Interrail Tip #4

I’ve used this platform to speak out about issues before. I feel it is best to be open. Bottling things up never helps anyone, especially when it comes to sensitive subjects. My friends and family read this blog and some of the things they read probably come as a surprise to them. But what do … Continue reading Interrail Tip #4

Vienna

I looked down at the red patch on my jeans. It was sticky and had a surprisingly sweet smell. I knew I was in trouble but I was unaware just how dire the situation was to become. It couldn’t be surely? I dipped my finger into the viscous fluid and brought it to my nose … Continue reading Vienna