Italy is full of food festivals. It’s awful. Through every season of the year they celebrate with chocolate, cheese, chestnuts and wine that flows from fountains (no joke, I don’t joke about wine flowing from fountains). So when I arrived I searched for what festivals I’d be bumping into on my travels. This is what... Continue Reading →
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Slap me with a salami, I’m in Tuscany
I’m a summer person, I love the heat, I love Australia in the summer. I’ve never really understood why people could be so passionate about autumn or fall. Everything starts to go quiet, no more swimming or daylight savings. Pumpkin-spiced lattes and misty cold mornings, not for me. But I get it now. The colours,... Continue Reading →
Lovely Lucca and the no-nonsense Nona
Hi, my name is Ang and I have a prosciutto problem. I’ll be the first to admit it. If I buy fresh sliced prosciutto from the deli, maybe 5-6 slices, hand carved, pulled down from the rows of ageing salami’s and drying hunks of pork, I eat it in one sitting. I can’t stop. I... Continue Reading →
Scratching my back with George
It’s been a loooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg time in the making, but I’m finally in Italy. When I was in year two at school, eight years old, we had a teacher who loved to play guitar and sing, so to help us remember the things we were being taught we would write songs. I think he secretly wanted... Continue Reading →
Dragon’s, Princesses and a new fear of babies
Seville, on the river Guadalquivir, was once the main port for ships travelling to and from Spanish America (The New World). To control customs and stop pirates who often plagued the seas around the southern Spanish coast, the ships would sail up the river to Seville. It wasn’t until the invention of canons and guns... Continue Reading →
Separados and the invisible marzipan monks
Something magical happened in my second week in Spain, hard to believe I’m sure, but I had a friend to travel with, a real friend…not just a dog named Trevor or an overly protective cartoon starfish, but an actual human friend! Reading the rest of Nudging Wisdom may lead you to believe I’m a loser... Continue Reading →
Bruised Knuckles and the Awful Monkey
Hola! I’ve ended up in Spain, totally unplanned, unprepared for and amazing. I picked up a car in Barcelona and felt like a week in the Spanish countryside, because, why not. Booked an Airbnb in a town on top of a hill in the lower Pyrenees area of Catalonia and set off driving on the... Continue Reading →
The Mermaid Selfie and the Clumsy Camera
Sunny days, occasional heavy rain, storms that only last 10 minutes, magical sunsets, cooling sea breezes in the afternoon. The weather in Thailand has been outstanding, and my hair has almost got used the humidity, almost. The only day it rained quite heavily for an extended period was when I'd booked my one and only... Continue Reading →
A Party So Good They Named It Twice
One has been watching The Crown about the British Royal Family and one does feel the need after watching to refer to oneself as, oneself. It just seems like the sort of thing one should do while pouring oneself another gin and talking to one’s dog Trevor about ones plans for the evening. Except... Continue Reading →
Latex Learnings and My New Tattoo
Walking doesn’t seem to be a regular activity for people in Thailand, everyone moves around on motorbikes and scooters, or large 4WDs if you’re cashed up. Even push bikes are few and far between. I’ve been doing lots of great walks on Koh Lanta, and on the way I’ve discovered hidden jungle paths, monkey families... Continue Reading →