Glamorous nights, beautiful hotels, hard workouts, very good food and the occasional passport stamp.
What I am wearing, eating, booking, training for and pretending I absolutely needed to buy.
A rooftop table, a skyline and exactly zero interest in calling it an early night.
Because glamour is better when you can throw a decent right hand.
A controlled shopping trip, if by controlled we mean several bags.
Not a backpacking bible. Just beautiful places, good experiences and the trips I would happily do twice.
Clear water, no alarm and just enough agenda to know where lunch is.
Luxury is lovely. So is finding the best noodles in town at 10:30 at night.
Some afternoons are better measured in sea spray than steps.
A few trips in the diary, a few ideas in my head, and plenty of room for spontaneous decisions.
I love the polished stuff: beautiful clothes, thoughtful hotels, a great restaurant and nights that deserve a little effort. I also like being active, eating something spicy at a night market and disappearing to the beach when city life starts shouting too loudly.
This is my little black book of places, plans, outfits, workouts and good ideas.
Glamour, restaurants, workouts, beaches, city nights, travel plans and occasional evidence that I went shopping again.