Late July in Madrid was miserable. The weather was glorious; it was hot, but not quite 'August hot' and everyone was in holiday-mode; part of me forgot that I was a working professional and the six-week summer break was no longer applicable. And the reason I was sad was because after months of beers on…
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Falling In and Out of Love with My City
London. Blighty. The Big Smoke. And the place I will always call home. As much as I whine and moan (comes with the territory) about the horrendous weather, traffic, doom, gloom and to top it all off, the extortionate cost of living we have to endure, I will always love my city. It can be…