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It’s time for something else it seems. All I want to do is be at home and take care of…

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I can still feel the tenderness months after we met. Remember his eyes and how they looked at me. How…

I sit in the jungle on top of one of the temples of Ek Balam. It’s about 10am and most…

“Despacio [slowly]”, he says but our horses are nothing but. With pointed ears they prance around impatiently as they listen…

Hans händer är stora och grova. De matchar inte den smala kroppen och de tunna armarna som döljer styrka som…

Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge…

Finally I find something that feels Mexican. That feels interesting. Homemade tortillas and food cooked in clay pots. At Reciprico,…

I’m trying to be fair and give Tulum a chance but I hate it with a passion. I hate the…

I’m riding underneath the stars in Argentina and long gone is his rigid mind and boring outlook on life. If…

She looks at him jump up on the horse. With very bent knees in the short stirrups and the reins…