travel/art/feminism/rock and roll.
Welcome to the fille pompette (FEE pomPET or tipsy girl because I like my vices) diary of a maladjusted, self-indulgent heroine for our times. I’ve lived/loved/worked in many countries, been having an existential crisis for ten years and it’s been fun as hell. I write for those vagrants with momentum and a penchant for hedonism; I think too much and I’m always honest.
This is loosely a travel blog: a cyber paper trail of manic diatribes, anecdotes, and impassioned narratives about life through the differing circumstances of an over-caffeinated, under-boozed, frenzied femme-vagabond.
I do this so you don’t have to.
Lately of San Francisco, currently based out of Madrid teaching English to Spanish children; traversing life in all its aesthetic splendor.
I’m also a poor speller (look into the face of my humanity).