Lunch at The Standard

Tempest at TMAG

The Gallery of Half Eaten Food: Yellow Bernard Edition

Macaron.

Art at The Pickled Frog

First Glimpse

After briefly settling into our hostel, we were invited to whiskey by a couple of the Smoosh's mates in which we are gladly partaking. Our route leads us down past the locale of the Winter Feast, the live band is just introducing it's last tune for the evening. Standing on a nearby park bench I peek over the barriers, it's enormous and inviting with food stalls and fire.

I can't wait.

A Seal of Approval on the Airport Conveyer

Travelling with Smoosh

This is the first time I'm traveling with my boyfriend. I'm utterly bat-shit crazy about him. We're totally in that honeymoon-like relationship stage where we can't be trusted not to be nauseating in public. We are PDA Central. If it were me, I would not want to be around us. Sorry, not sorry.

The "first holiday together" is supposed to be that make or break relationship test. To see if you can handle each other at your most tired, cranky, been travelling all day selves. It's almost guaranteed that you will crack it at each other at some point setting you a template for every single fight for the rest of your lives, IF you survive it.

Here's to hoping we do. (Because I really like this one.)

I will try to keep the smooshiness to a minimum. Hopefully we won't murder each other.