In June 2024, I missed my cross-Atlantic flight home from Madrid to Medellín. And it was the best thing that could've happened.
Tag: france
Paris 2022
It's no secret Paris is one of my favourite cities in the world. Here are some photos from autumn 2022.
Bretagne: Locquirec, Pleumeur & Ploumanac’h
The magnificent landscapes, forests tucked away next to the rugged coastline, fishing villages and imposing mansions by the sea made me fall in love with this region of France, which has easily become my favourite.
Bretagne: Lannion, Locquémeau, Ploulec’h & Plage de Goas Lagorne
Bretagne has easily become my favourite region of France thanks to its majestic coastline and enchanted forests.
Bordeaux
Bordeaux, a port city in south-western France known for its wines, ancient Roman ruins, and Gothic architecture.
Paris 2021
Photos of my visit to Paris in September of 2021.
Côte d’Azur: Nice & Villefranche-sur-Mer
From the colour of the water to the colour of the buildings, from the art to the sunsets, and of course, the sound of the waves rolling the smooth, round rocks, the food, and the beach culture, this is undoubtedly one of my favourite regions of France.
Thirty-Five
I always thought I’d be dead by thirty-five. I don’t know where this fixation came from, what triggered it, or why I believed it, but the imagined certainty that I wouldn’t live to see forty defined my 20s and early 30s in a very real way. My friends in university would tell me to stop… Continue reading Thirty-Five
My Nomadic Life: Life & Loss on the Road
It’s been nearly a month since I wrote a new post about this new chapter of My Nomadic Life, even though when I left Colombia I told myself that this time I’d be more constant about updating my blog—not like in Brazil, where it fizzled out after a few months as the daily distractions of… Continue reading My Nomadic Life: Life & Loss on the Road
Domaine Girard Newsletter (Mirabelle Selects)
Thankfully, you’re more likely to get sprayed by a 40-foot mechanical wood-and-steel elephant on a hot summer afternoon than to cross paths with an armoured knight these days in the Loire Valley, though both are fantastical notions.
Laura Restrepo Ortega 