The Perfect Weekend.

Perfection is wonderful, even if it is just a moment in time.

Pretty Woman, Without Being A Hooker.

The next day my eyes popped open early, no jet lag and no hangover from the Don Julio 1942- clearly the excitement had taken over. I could hear Sam was awake in the next room, so I splashed some water on my face, got the sleep out of my eyes, brushed my hair, curled my eyelashes and … Continue reading Pretty Woman, Without Being A Hooker.

It Was Magic.

The moment that Andrew wrapped me in his arms and we kissed I knew I had made the right decision by flying to Portugal.   He lived about an hour out of Lisbon and since we were in the city he had a few errands to run, in typical European style government offices were only open … Continue reading It Was Magic.