Saturday, 2 May 2015    I am a princess, that flaming yellow and
red costume becomes me as I perch atop the marble sill, peeping
out of the tiny window, looking out at the world beyond the
formidable walls of my Fort Palace; I am Vaselisa the Beautiful,
my thick plait dancing wildly behind me as I amble along the
dense silver forests, the carpet of grass spangled with lavender
kissing my feet, the snowy white rabbits watching me wide eyed
as I daintily pluck some cherry blossoms.   I am a dreamer, I
SPIN STORIES. I am a traveller, I weave stories around places I
see, destinations I visit, things I look at, people I meet. Road
trips do that to me, I watch the world go by as I sit pretty in
the cozy comforts of my car, time and again rolling down the
windows to feel the wind in my hair, taste the salt on my face,
touch the tiny raindrops that patter down, soak in the romance
enveloping me, to see the new beyond.  I simply love the
spontaneity and flexibility road trips offer. Nothing to do on
the weekend? Tired