This weekend was spent getting a much needed massage at the spa followed by a low key dinner with some friends. The topic of the evening was: if there was a war and we had to live abroad what would we do for money? Sadly, that was the evening we all realized how little skills we had and settled on hairstylist, shawarma stand owner and english tutor!
Anyway, I try to fit in a massage every week but unfortunately with a young kid and a full time job that can be hard to do. This was a lesson I learned early on from my mother who always stressed the importance of getting regular massages for stress relief and blood flow. I can’t tell you guys how much it has helped over the years! What are some of the best spas you’ve been to around the world?
…. your New Years Eve plans have been sorted, you’re welcome
…. and check out the most expensive house in the world
… this Finnish journalist’s opinion on the crucial mistake American’s make in how they view life
… do we love or hate this leather jacket?
Happy first day of November!
I was in my car the other day listening to the latest Sam Smith song and I just couldn’t stop thinking of lovely winter destinations. One specific memory did come to mind of a trip I took a few years ago to Amsterdam where we visited a small fishermen’s village called Volendam.
Everything about it was breathtaking; the small boats on the harbor, the tiny colorful houses and the outdoor restaurants that lined the dock and overlooked the sea. I was told by a local there that Van Gogh would often visit Volendam when he was searching for inspiration.
Here’s a short video of what the village is like.
What’s your favorite winter destination?
It begins at an outdoor café while you’re working for a month in central Mexico. From one table away, you zero in on his brown forearm, the two black cuffs tattooed around it. You want to touch those cuffs, encircle his arm with your hands. Soon you’ll learn the word esposas, which means both “handcuffs” and “wives,” but today you know only polite Spanish, please-and-thank-you Spanish. You smile at him until he approaches. When he asks if you have a boyfriend, you start to cry and can’t stop. You want to explain something to him — that you loved someone the way a dog loves her owner — but the only available language is snot. He holds a cocktail napkin to your nose. “Blow,” he says. For a second, you think he’s serious. Then you laugh so hard you feel something shift, the way the sky shifts from blue to pink.
…continue reading Language Acquisition by Diana Spechler here.