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After a million years, I made the decision to take a leap of faith and switch from the extremely outdated blogging platform to a more...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 hilarity of cultural collisions or associations. Case in point:...

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 crash pad. It's supposed...

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...

Lounging under the blazing sun in the mystical realm of CAMP – not your typical camp, not quite a hostel, definitely not a hotel. It's...