I have a confession to make. I have a full blown cat addiction, and, I’m not even sorry. Those soft little ears, twitching tails and indifferent faces cast a spell that have us dashing around the globe and visiting enough cat cafes to have a shortlist of 10 of the best cat cafes in the world. All the while a sleepy little tabby cat snoozes at home in London…
Once we’ve booked flights and perused hotels, Google searching for a cat cafe is one of the first things I do – and I’ve been accused of carrying out those 3 tasks in a slightly different order. It’s something I can neither confirm nor deny, but we do have a rather high hit rate of booking accommodation close to cat cafes. I’ll just leave that there, shall I?
Some of the moments that spark joy when travelling are hard earned and some are just ripe for the taking. Our long weekend in Valencia was as easy as twisting a ripe orange from a laden bough.
It began on a cold winter evening, perusing a list of winter sun destinations and within 15 minutes of finding a date both Binny and I could do, we booked the flights and started flicking through the lists of hotels and apartments.
We booked our 72 hours in Gibraltar without any expectations. If I’m entirely honest, I didn’t know very much about Gibraltar other than the history as a disputed territory, that there are a lot of monkeys, it has a huge rock and it’s a perfect place to catch some winter sun.
I’m becoming more of a spontaneous traveller – my friend and I booked the destination on a whim, and that ended up being the theme of the trip.
Barcelona feels like the city that got away – and needs another chance.
Luxury Retreats commissioned me to share my first impressions of visiting, and what I’d fit on a second visit whilst staying in their vacation rentals in Barcelona. (All of these images are theirs, all of the memories are mine.)
Sangria dappled sunlight, incredibly organic architecture and steaming roadside cauldrons of Paella greeted me from my doorstep this month. All in one compact parcel wrapped in packing tape. Not bad, eh?
Every single month I wrestle with the thought of poking through my favourite foodie shop for another batch of goodies into the post for my Foodie Penpals. Every single month I am then overwelmed by the wonderful consideration my penpal – in this case the lovely Katie – takes to prepare a scrumptious packages of goodies for me in return. Every month I then write a post remembering just how much I adore Foodie Penpals.
This month was no exception. I always ask my penpals to send me a taste of home, and in this case it was a delectable selection from Katie’s second home Espana. Full of spice, sizzling flavour, exotic recipes and very few particles of Gluten, my parcel was transformed into a scrumptious weekday meal that transported us back to our last visit to Barcelona – Paella, food of the gods.
Oh, and crowned with my absolute favouritest (is that a word?) flavour recipe ever!!
Not all of the ingredients quite made into the dish, but enjoyed in al fresco bite size chunks by my husband shaped mouse. Absolutely delicious – thank you again Katie it was the best slice of late summer sunshine I could have wished for from the Postie (though I’m a little worried that my packages might start being delivered with nibble marks – that’s how good it smelt!)