In which I finally find the courage to ask for a helicopter ride, only to discover there won’t be any helicopters until 2028
Unauthorized human testing, child theft, and bloodstained hats.
Sylvia thought she knew how this story would end. She was wrong.
When gulls rule the roost.
"One woman. A shared roof. An avian invasion that changes everything."
My terrace might be haunted.
Finding wonder in unexpected places
Traditional gazpacho as made by Lina, carefully noted by Sylvia
Moonshine and market stalls.
My mother always told me that only boring people got bored.
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