Spišská Sobota
Mary Murphy
October 2, 2016
As the week draws to a close, I’m officially confused. Even more so than usual. Back in 2009, I went on a road-trip to Eastern
As the week draws to a close, I’m officially confused. Even more so than usual. Back in 2009, I went on a road-trip to Eastern
Fifty-five thousand people live in Poprad-Tatry in Slovakia. We may have seen 100, if that. In the High Tatras for the weekend, Poprad-Tatry was our
Back in 2007, someone told me that there were 23,000 flats in Budapest owned by absentee Irish landlords. I had no idea how realistic that
Friday evening. The last day of the working week. The question of who was going to go down the pub for drink would inevitably raise
I’m a little more conscious of my mortality than usual these days. Life is way too short to keep putting off till tomorrow what could
Back in the early 1900s, a Swiss baker and confectioner by the name of Frederick Belmont emigrated to England. He opened his first tea rooms
Back in 2001, when I had a feeling that my time in the USA might be coming to a close, I took a road trip
I’m married to my kindle. I never leave home without it. I know, I know. For years I banged on about never, ever going electronic
Over coffee the other day, I was asked how many holidays I’d taken so far this year. I had to stop and think. Not to
Whoever said that size doesn’t matter has never been a victim of the one-size-fits-all dress design. They’ve never been driven to the brink of distraction
