I visited during peak Christmas market season, and on a Saturday. The streets were buzzing despite the cold. A few roads into the island were closed to cars, parking was a small adventure, there were police checkpoints to access the center, and queues at cafés and restaurants snaked around corners. Continue reading Travel: Day Trip to Strasbourg, France
Watching skiers carve their arcs against the sky, I felt a sudden, unexpected pull. The videos of apres-ski cheer and effortless grace I’d envied from afar were now my reality. So, I strapped on a snowboard for the very first time. Continue reading Travel: Finding Freedom in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany
Because no matter how far you go, your common sense should be the one thing you don’t leave behind with your winter coat. Continue reading Tales: When Safety Becomes a Souvenir: Observing Western Tourists and Risky Behavior
Bitter Passion Fruit is an autofiction-esque erotic thriller about two Caribbean expatriates building a new life far from home. A passionate workplace affair sparks between them, but the female lead remains deeply apprehensive. She uses his reputation as a player to keep him at a distance, but this is merely an excuse. The truth is, she is hiding from him, from everyone. She is running from a past that is now poised to return and haunt them both.
Continue reading Tales: Introducing “Bitter Passion Fruit” (A Novel)
Let’s tally up the damage for this single, unremarkable trip. The total came to a cool €42,51. Continue reading Tales: How much does a trip to the grocery store cost in Germany?
Stevns Klint, a UNESCO World Heritage site. These aren’t just any cliffs they’re a fossil-hunter’s paradise, said to contain over 400 species of macrofossils and thousands of microfossils, telling a 65-million-year-old tale of an asteroid that reshaped life on Earth. Continue reading Travel for Tales & Food: Denmark
Ever tried a drink that’s so deep red it looks like a glass of wine or blood but tastes like a spiced cranberry holiday? If you’re from a Caribbean family like mine, you probably know exactly what I’m talking about: Sorrel or Sorel. Continue reading Tales: The Global Journey of Sorrel (Chilled Hibiscus Iced Tea)
It’s been a very long time since I’ve blogged. I just spent 72 hours in Miami. Got to visit The Florida Keys and eat at a few awesome places. Continue reading Travel for Food: Miami Florida
There is unhappiness bubbling within me. From the moment (last week, 3/20/23) I heard the birds chirping to signal the rapid change from winter to spring; it’s then I started to feel ill. I felt like the season of being left out was upon me again. Continue reading Tales: April Shower
It’s the final act, and it still doesn’t feel like I have adequately spread the butter on this toast. Have I said enough or was it too much? I think it’s too little, as no life could be encapsulated in a four-part blog. I presumed that no one would read this far into this blog because this post isn’t littered with fancy pictures from a recent trip, so it feels more comfortable to truly write how I feel. Continue reading Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell (Final Act)
To celebrate a year of eating out “occasional” that a look at my favorite places. Continue reading Travel for Food: Poland & Germany
Random Day Trip to Amsterdam Continue reading Travel: Random Day Trip to Amsterdam
I grew up reading romance novels, but this genre is problematic in the way they position men and women in society. While these novels continue to be an excellent escape for me and could be credited with encouraging me to read more during my teenage years. Deep down inside, I know that I am a romantic at heart, but just like fairytales, Continue reading Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell (Act III)
Blueberry Ricotta Cake is an excellent easy cake. Takes 10 minutes to prepared and about 50 minutes to bake. Makes a great snack or breakfast item. Continue reading Tales: 1st Attempt at making a TikTok Blueberry Ricotta Cake
I was disappointed and realized that I no longer had a place there, but the more profound realization was that I understood that I never had a place, to begin with. Knowing this made me feel homeless in an emotional sense and singed roots. So, I became like a propagated plant changing vessels as I grew but never able to be planted in the ground. This fact can be seen in my record of never living in a place for more than 3 – 4 years after the age of 18. Continue reading Tales: A Story I Couldn’t Tell (Act II)
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