Not being well versed in the intricacies of Shinto and Buddhism, I was not sure what to expect from the shrines in Japan. I suppose it must be similar to what a non-Christian foreigner thinks when visiting cathedrals in Europe.
Over the New Year, while I was peacefully driving through the hills and valleys of Andalusia, it occurred to me that I had not really made any fixed plans for travelling in 2015. I spent the rest of that drive wondering what I should do and where I should go … Continue reading
It was the first time I’d done this, sitting at a cafe, watching. Just watching. Not talking and letting my sight wander while trying to follow some conversation with whomever I’m with. I mean just watching.
As an expat, and as someone who enjoys travelling, I am often drawn into conversations about living abroad and how I can do it or how I choose to do it. Over time, I’ve come to realise that my perspective is because I know how to (really) travel.
I have written about my life as an expat before. There are many things that make this life engaging and soul-enriching in my opinion but there is one curious collection of expat feelings that I go through when travelling to a place that may one day be home.