FRENCH (RIVIERA) KISSING

After three LONGGG months I was finally reunited with my boyfriend Pierre, and in no other place than the French Riviera. It was my first time in this gorgeous part of the world and I might as well have stepped into a postcard. I have to be honest, I wasn’t a good tourist. I didn’t go to any monuments or…
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NEW YORK CITY: EMPIRE STATE OF MIND

There’s just something about New York. It’s the thing that urged artists like Frank Sinatra and Jay Z to write the songs that we end up quoting on our Instagram posts. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that there’s always thousands of people around you, everyone on their own mission, or the sea of yellow taxi’s flooding the streets, or…
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PARIS, THE CITY OF STREET MUSICIANS

   .          .    .      You know that it’s usually the best weather on day you have to leave? Well, for the first time in my life, that was not the case. Today, I am leaving a cloudy Paris behind. Apparently, the weather that I have had is Paris the past couple of days was something…
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FROM PARIS, WITH LOVE

   .    I went for the coolest run this morning. I guess my runs get longer the more comfortable and at home I feel in a new city. On this particular run, I ran down the street to the Eiffel Tower, ran along the Seine River, over the Love Lock Bridge (where, sadly, there were 5 guys in neon bibs…
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PARIS BLOOMS

 .     Hey there guys, It’s day two of my trip and I had already walked more than a marathon (this is probably a good thing since I am running a half one in New York in less than a week). I always end up being over excited on my first day in a new city and try and cram…
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London

   .        I am sitting in my bed in the hotel in Paris. Finally. I am here. This is where it all begins. I left Johannesburg last night and had a 10 hour flight to Heathrow. The lay over to Paris was 10 hours. There is no way that I would survive sitting on the airport waiting for 16:00…
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HELL WEEK

  Last week was what Pierre and I call “Hell Week”. This week starts with our anniversary (3 years this year), peaks with Pierre’s birthday and then closes with Valentine’s Day… Hell? Not for us, but for our bank accounts. I flew down from Johannesburg to George on Tuesday, anticipating (and packing for) the sunny weather the Southern Cape has…
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