It’s a dark day for America. The events from Colorado yesterday are still so fresh, we’re only just starting to appreciate the scale of the horror and carnage. In order to make sense of my emotions and my thoughts about this event, I just started writing this afternoon. Four hours later, I’m still here….
I’ve said it before, and no doubt, I’ll be revisiting this again. I love using Instagram. So here’s a few moments from my week as shared on Instagram.
The American and I have been seriously discussing a short journey to provincial England, to live there for a few months in a country village much like the fictional Causton from the TV series Midsomer Murders. And this is how I envision life there…
As an expat, the 4th of July is a fun day. You get the day off of work, eat food and get to hangout with family and friends. What’s not to like?
It all started out innocently: I wanted a photo of me to put on my ‘about’ page. That, and to have a good one at the ready for the news networks (at least one photo without the trifecta of double chins, adult acne and sweat patches) should anything happen to me. And ladies, you know exactly where this is heading…
What lengths would you go to in order to see a sporting event? The farthest I have ever travelled for a sporting match was more than halfway across the world. I flew from Sydney to Galway, Ireland, to watch the Australians take on the Irish in one of the most interesting, skilful and captivating sports ever created: International Rules.
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