Short. Sweet. Sabulous.
Again, I feel inclined to remind curious and curioser cats that my 5 days in Cyprus were a workation.
Many MANY hours were spent in my decked out hotel room planning the days ahead.
But you won’t find me complaining.
Oh no sireee.
Behold an attempt to put together a pleasant photo diary for you ebuds.
I’ve been cheating on my rickety stove with surprisingly tasty shroom burgers, southern style waffles and make do cocktails, so you can see why I had no time for the blogosphere this week.
It’s always a bittersweet feeling ending a holiday and having to revert back to reality. Though I’m still struggling to find the sweet.
Sure it felt like a rendition of Cats most days, but Morocco was also a lesson in kindness, humility and the art of restocking a bread basket; definitely a place I could call home someday.
One week was barely enough time to really take in Essaouira and Marrakesh, so we took a blood oath to remind ourselves to head back this year.
infinity Tangiers and beyond.
From the corner of my lens.
Some of my antics didn’t go unnoticed so I had to
chicken away refrain from making face-to-face.
See that old charmer hanging about by the boat? Fun fact, he was actually giving me the finger.
Don’t bother squinting, just take my word for it.
More pictures of my gallivanting to come.