Good night… Prague Airport

The feeling when you find out that your flight is going to be so long delayed that you will need to tuck yourself in ‘bed’ between closed Costa Coffee shutters and a bunch of airport trolleys. You knock out your third coffee and a box of macaroons, finish another pointless article in a glossy magazine…

Going home

Going home feels like going to a safe harbour, wrapping yourself with a comfort blanket, the world around suddenly seems slightly less strange. It is place for no make up and all day pyjamas, grandma’s apple pie and a hot tea with lemon. And it always feels awfully short and in a blink of an…

Touchdown in Prague

Where do you go when you want to escape? I get a ticket, pack my carry-on luggage and fly to my absolute favourite spot on the planet, Prague. It is my comfort blanket. This time the city really has made an effort with the welcome. Who cares about a March chill when the sky is coved in rays of sunshine. We headed to town for cocktails and for some shopping, walks in the old town and we ate a mountain of blackforest gatto. Who says it is out of fashion?

Taxi to the airport please!

The other day when I came home after yet another 12 hour work day and found only empty fridge with a sad looking half eaten pizza and a massive pile of dirty laundry I decided that it is about time I have a few days off. I booked some flights and I am going to Prague!

And I am NOT going to be good. My plan involves eating lot of cake, wearing red Converse sneakers and ripped jeans, taking way too many daft Instagram pictures and feeding my shopping obsession.

And there is another bonus, I can be annoying and wish everyone happy weekend already on Tuesday. I am packed and the taxi to the airport is going to be here in a few minutes…