"într-o zi de noiembrie a anului 2002, o zi însemnată pentru românia, deasupra cerului întunecat al bucureştilor s-a arătat un curcubeu. eu cred în curcubee..." ~ silvia kerim, 'vedere din parfumerie' silvia kerim, romanian journalist and author of the poignantly beautiful book 'vedere din parfumerie ', passed away last night here in buchar

Darling loves, sorry i didn't write this last night - i hope i can remember everything...and liz is coming round at any moment to leave some of her stuff here til wednesday as she's moving into a hostel tonight and doesn't want to take too much. anyway, back to gibraltar, i got the bus yesterday morning as planned after having been further irritate

Lallie listened carefully to the end of the story and as mama closed the book, marking the page for tomorrow night’s chapter, she gazed at her hard. “what are you looking at me like that for?” asked mama. “i was just thinking how you are the most beautiful mama in all the world – and…you’re mine!” shouted lallie, clapping her hands.

Lallie rushed to bed that night as she knew that the sooner she was asleep, the sooner father christmas and his elves with reindeers in tow could get to work. mama told lallie that poor father christmas had a great deal of work to do – visit all the children of the world in only one night... what a work load... and so the sooner she was asleep th

This morning, i wandered into the so-far-unbeknownst-to-me biserica adormirea maicii domnului (mosilor/sf gheorghe nou), also called razvani by locals in memory of its founder, ruling prince of moldova, stefan i razvan. according to the plaque for historic monuments, it was originally constructed in 1597, rebuilt in 1705-6 and underwent repair in 1

Bedtime once again, after a long day of making cakes with mama and planting flowers on the terrasse… lallie was pooped. “stay with me a little while and sing me a lallie-bye,” lallie begged her beloved mama snuggling beside her and finding mama's ear with her nose - its favourite place to be. and mama, because she loved her daughter so, oblig

Mezamoorz, good morning! how are you both and how did you sleep? well, i hope? and how is the weather today? i was awoken by the brain of spain at 9h asking if she could borrow my hair conditioner. frankly, i don't know why she bothered waking me to ask since she normally helps herself. wonder of wonders this morning, whilst making my fromage blanc

In the middle of the old town, the inconspicuous entrance to str covaci 6 and its several flights of wooden stairs will lead you away from the hustle and bustle of cobbled streets, shops and restaurants up into a seeing-is-believing world of pure, unadulterated kitsch. yes. the romanian kitsch museum opened its doors yesterday, and well worth a vis

Darlings who'd have thunk it! little green men with tall hats and guinness t'shirts running around (or lounging about drinking, more often than running) central seville!! all very silly but was fun! to begin, we had our exam (just me and bh as noone else showed - brian had a real true migraine and liz couldn't be bothered)...papers 1 and 2 with res

Lallie had her nose wedged behind mama’s right ear as usual, was thinking how lovely it was to be there in her favourite place and what a shame it was to have to leave mama’s lalliebye to fly to dreamland and embark on a new adventure. it would be nice to stay there enveloped in mama’s arms the whole night long. but she knew two things: one,