Fintan has left for the UK to complete the works on his sister’s house, for two and a half months. Or 10 weeks as he says. Or 77 days as…
“I fucking love it!” I had this not-very-French mantra repeating in my head over and over again when I got off the train at Waterloo station. Butterflies dancing salsa in…
Months of looking forward to this moment, trying not to build up expectations but secretly imagining how it would feel to lick a gelato again or envisioning ringing my parents’…
What class of rural virgins would we be without chickens?! With Fintan completing his DIY-enthusiastic chicken coop, we were finally ready to embark the raising chickens journey. In the past…
‘Yo Yo Yo’ he goes. This shiny, mocha muscled dude, with a neatly shaven semi beard, warns me to get ready and dig deeper. What the hell am I doing?…
Oh dear. Camila’s umbilical cord is still in that pink Tupperware box in the freezer. The idea was to have it planted under a mango tree right after Camila’s birth.…
Last night I was too tired to watch a movie. I took a walk down memory lane instead. I flicked through all the -millions- of photos I took of Camila…
One of my secret New year’s resolution, scribbled in the back of my head during this year’s quiet celebrations was the one of keep the discovery-fire alive. It’s often the…
And what about our other child? The black one. The one we have been nurturing for over two years now…Our beloved Coffee!? A few months ago we have completed our…
If somebody had said to me that their baby started to grab things or roll over I would have smiled and thought to myself “yeah, whatever”. I grew up being the…
