Every day around noon (except on Sundays and public holidays), tension grows between two formidable opponents at the Lion Battery...
If you're ever speaking to a man who claims to be a mechanical engineer and you want to test if he's lying, ask about bicycles.
Perhaps the momentary lapse of leg-life was caused by mischievous ancestors. Perhaps it was the skirt. If ever I were to go back, I'd probably wear shorts.
There was lots of broken glass and bloodied cuts and a considerable amount of sniffles, as well as an unusual pride that I’d have a great story to tell when I got home.
I found myself sneaking through old churches and wandering woods, sipping tea from a handmade ceramic bowl from their gift shop as I lived out of a backpack. The experience was the stuff of stories, and it was glorious. In many ways, though, it also was not.