“A day without compliments… Girl! That’s a bad day for a Cuban girl!” Brayan bangs a hand on the table, laughing contagiously. “But, you know, that’s how it is here. When I dress, I do it for the ladies,” – it shows, lithe body and dark skin shown to best effect – “and they do [...]
We woke up one morning to find Brendan curled in the fetal position underneath the dining table. His jeans were torn and muddy, the window open. Like a homing pigeon he’d found his way back to the house, in an unfamiliar suburb of Prishtina, after a cross-country slog across Kosovo’s open fields in which he’d [...]
and yes, meeting up for a drink would be awesome! And I know!! I’m such a...
