“Oh please, oh please you’ve GOT to take the english cream,” she pleaded, her expression earnest, catching me by surprise, leaving me wondering what was so special about the english cream coffee bean, “…it’s my favourite. Here, taste one,” she enthused as she opened the tin and invited me to taste one.
The winter sun dipped below the Mediterranean leaving behind a harmonious glow that overwhelmed the leaden clouds waiting to shower Tel Aviv with icy rain.
Mozambican-born Portuguese South African; reflecting on travel, writing, editing, life, family and change that has social impact; chief wide eyed in wanderer, wonderer and bottlewasher
