Guys, it’s been a hard week. One of those weeks where I’ve retreated into myself and felt really alone – there’s nobody I want to talk to about it and I haven’t even wanted to write about it just yet.
At this stage, I think I’d rather be back in Italy among the sticky fig trees and blasted horse dung and cleaning the chicken coop and at the topless beach that wasn’t. Yep, even in the 30-40 degree heat (I’d never gotten so sweaty in my life) – though on the plus side Europe has a much stronger ozone layer, so I never got burnt like I would here at home.
This week’s links
The two golden rules to travelling while in debt, via Nomad Wallet
Cordelia Calls it Quits is quitting the entrepreneurial rat race
James Robinson on Medium muses about life in NZ vs the US
Thoughts on culture, race and identity, from My Name is Elizabeth