The night enchanted… a call of the unknown lingered in the air. Mayfly could not resist the colorful lights hung outside the Mexican restaurant. The warmth of the light matched the heat of the night — heat that clung to the skin, but not the
At the Mondrian Hotel in Hollywood, LA, four kind souls — including one unforgettable bartender who felt like a true angel — turned an ordinary stay into a story of warmth, charm, and magic. Finally, LA. We entered the Mondrian Hollywood Hotel in the City
Ah! The dreaded bad hair day. What to do? Grab a hat. What? A hat with plumes? Well, that will be very plummy and fine, but perhaps people will find it too out of ordinary. So, grab a baseball cap that says: I am famous
The wind whispered, “Regret not, for regret means to regret what is no more, and when it is no more, there is only longing …” What did Wind try to convey? Was there something Squirrel Girl needed to do? Coronavirus hung around. Yet, Squirrel Girl
The Squirrel Girl was late for the dinner party. She was starved. She had not a single nut to eat for the whole day. Thus, her friend Zia tempted her into joining the dinner party for she was always worried about Squirrel Girl’s diet. Zia
The Squirrel Girl was invited to a Christmas party by a friend. Her new friend Mia was concerned about the Squirrel Girl being alone on Christmas Day. Besides, it was a chance for Mia to feed her friend the Squirrel Girl. Among her friends, Mia
(*Introduction: This blog is about a trip taken last year.) On the last day of our trip, in Las Vegas, we were a little tired of the Strip and wanted to explore the desert again. Thus, T drove us out to the Valley of Fire.