Do not introduce yourself at parties!

It’s been just over two hours since I arrived in Ibiza and I have stopped trying to introduce myself to people. My reasons are valid. Like… Since about 7am today I’ve been kicking it with Niek from Heineken, spoken in sign language, shared “My Talking Tom” with a non-English speaking Spaniard on the plane… Then…

The incredible ‘wildebeest’ migration in Spain

Starting today, do not call me Laura, or Lau or Walubesh or any other strange rendition of my name. Please, just for a week, call me Lauriza. I ask nicely. Here’s why… Before last week, Ibiza was an exotic beach resort that one could only dream of going to. But now, it is the next…

For the love of Footi-ball

I love football. It either kills you or keeps you alive. Inside. Buzzing-a! Like the cat. It’s almost irrational the dread, anxiety and expectation that each 90+ minutes brings out of us. And though we love the game, it boils down to general humanity – winning, losing, having the power or having absolutely none. And…