My eyes open sluggishly and adjust to the new interior around me. Pastel pinks and greens fill my view. A peek out the window tells me it’s still early. It’s dark outside, or as dark as it gets in this winter wonderland. The window sills are thick with snow. I realise it must have snowed more…
Sometimes you can spot a speciality coffee shop from a mile away. This was the case with MAME, a humble cafe on Josefstrasse in District 5 in Zurich. Little did I know that I was about to walk into the jewel of the craft coffee industry. The air in Zurich was crips and a light fog…
The day had finally arrived. I woke up to see the surrounding mountains crowned in snow. Eager to get out and play, I convinced my hosts to go for a hike. In no time at all, we were cosy in the car, on our way to Engelberg. Engelberg is an alpine town nestled in the…
“I’m sorry, I can’t go. I’m flying to Milan this weekend.” It even sounded glamorous when I sounded it out, Mi-lan! Rebecca and I were headed to Lake Como just north of the fashion capital of the world to soak up the autumn colours. It sort of started off with a few bumps in the…
And so it begins: the journey to drop off the youngest Combrinck on her first day of university. She will be attending IE University in Segovia, Spain, the kind of place whose name seems so fantastical it could be the country Anne Hathaway rules in Princess Diaries. We decided to trek to Segovia by train….
I squeezed into my little cabin I would call home for the next few days. It was a tough haul with all my luggage, and I definitely looked like a tourist when I arrived at Rue Montorgueil. I quietly surveyed the room as the AirB&B guy walked me through the rules. “And finally, here is your terrace,…
Four figures came waffling down the street with their dim lit cigarettes lighting the way. They aren’t the only curious fellows you see floating around Cafe de Port in Brignogan. Sprawled on the jet red chairs are two American tourists, drawling loudly. Behind me is an elderly couple, and just to their left, a group…
We were untouchable, cruising along the narrow farm roads in the Audi at 120km an hour. The French farmland tore by us as the car ate the ground in front of it. German hip-hop was blaring on the radio as we crossed the quiet Kerlouan landscape in the summer of 2017. The days we spent…
I like to try something new each holiday. This time I was hauled up in a fishing village far north in France, in Bretagne (Brittany). Residents here have been fishing proudly in these waters for centuries. This generation does the same. Seafood was my staple diet in Kerlouan. It wasn’t limited to just fish; I…
I can now give a whole new meaning to “shop till you drop.” I am recovering from an eight-hour shopping excursion in the nearby town of Brest. “Tomorrow you will go shopping in Brest with my mother,” Marc said. “Good luck,” his brother warned. “You have about 120 shops and three hours. You are going…
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