As this blog is meant to act as my (very public) diary, I had the urge a few days ago to share how looking back at these photos made me feel.
For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.
If you know me, you’re SICK of me talking about quinoa. BUT I LOVE IT. I need a “QUINOA” shirt (in the style of the KALE sweatshirt) so I can broadcast my love. But I can settle for this blog post.
I probably got into quinoa about 3 years ago when I realized that I could swap things out of my regular diet for healthier substitutes without really making an effort. I just realized that I actually liked the texture of it. And then I said goodbye to white rice (my fellow Indians will know that this is a BIG DEAL) because a new sheriff was in town. And he sounded way more exotic.