Things happen to me in Japan.
wend: go in a specified direction, typically slowly or by an indirect route.
A truly sincere attempt to record my night at Relæ: full menu + wine pairings.
Things I wrote down that were very important at the time.
This time last year, I boarded a plane to the UK. This time this year, I'm plain bored in Peru.
My notes from this tasting menu experience were strangely poetic.
I don't have a very good memory, but halfway through my Switzerland notes there is a line: I love Switzerland. So I guess I love it.
I stood up in the middle of my Italian al fresco dining experience and said, "is that dog supposed to be crossing the street!?"
Porto is a city best described through imagery because I'm being lazy and don't feel like writing.
Things seem to be closed for no reason around here.
I coughed on the street and someone gave me a surprising look. I thought, "can they tell I'm not British from my cough?"