There’s something blissful about holiday romances. You could get the full essence of a relationship, the spark, the drama, the intimacy, and emotional damage in under five business days. They’re fast like a hurricane. A force of nature. A flame that burns bright with zero regard for future consequences. And yet...what a joy it is to hold someone’s hand on the beach. To look them in the eyes and agree, silently, that the rest of the world has simply been… temporarily deleted.

It’s been a year since I last laid eyes on this little blog… unless we count that brief but very committed moment when I paid for the domain :)) But here I am again. One year later. Same beach, different plot twist. Mexico, part 4. I arrived with zero expectations. This time we’re a bigger crew. What started as a couple’s trip somehow evolved, three years later, into a girls’ trip. Slightly sad? Yes. Curious? Also yes. Mostly about how a vacation feels when you’re not hold

Victor Hugo used to write naked. So here I am! Well, he would have someone hide his clothes so he couldn’t leave the room until he...

I read somewhere this morning that, when the heart is heavy with pain, people no longer cry. They turn silent. Completely silent. The big...

Do you think we would have become friends if Covid hadn't happened? Or if I hadn’t joined the Seniors’ team? That’s what I wanted to ask...

Who knows me for longer might remember my stories about "degetele reumatice" - the rheumatic fingers. For the past 7-8 months, I changed the

I don't know how your Facebook/Instagram feed looked like at the end of August, but mine was full of end of summer melancholia.

I have no clue how it came to this, but it seems every vacation ends with a side order of illness.

After a million years, I made the decision to take a leap of faith and switch from the extremely outdated blogging platform to a more...

A colleague recently pointed out, while asking B if he had visited Piața Centrală in Chișinău, that markets like these offer a glimpse...

Andreea &Doru taught me how to pitch a tent that chilly autumn evening. They then made a dark joke about needing a hammer to knock the...

2010 - 2017 I had the time of my life and that's not just a Dirty Dancing song. Wednesdays Karaoke, Saturdays - the regular night out in...

I must confess, I don't hold the title of a culinary virtuoso, and it's no wonder why. My upbringing shielded me from the kitchen until I...

Moving to another country brings the joy of diversity, and sometimes, the merriment of cultural collisions or associations. Case in point: WhatsApp groups with names like EuRoPol (because, you know, Romanian-Polish unity under the EU banner 😂) or Magyar-RO-UK (self-explanatory, right?). But the real fun starts at home, where my household is also a small melting pot of different backgrounds.  Last night, someone went searching through the drinks cabinet, craving a Captain Mor

6 years today.  I spent my last night in Sibiu at the hotel, with my parents. I was already renting out my apartment and my GM was kind...

A couple of weeks back, I started writing down stuff in this gratitude journal. It's a pretty good one, makes you see life from a...

This is intended to be on the verge of scandalous.  Here we are, round two in Mexico. Same spot, same sand, same lodging. Picture Zipolite beach: 2km of perfect blend between those who dare to bare and those who are wrapped tighter than a burrito. And at the end of this sandy heaven – Playa del Amor. Now, you might think, at first sight, that Playa del Amor is exclusively for the LGBTQ crew, but if you browse hard enough, you'll spot some straight couples lost in the beachsca

We had big plans. A week in Zipolite, by the beach then renting a motorbike and going up the mountains all the way to Oaxaca City.  So we...