Sometimes you just can afford to read.
It is one of the many ironies of life that we have a harder time looking at what is right before us. If you ask me where the most beautiful beaches of the world are, I won't hesitate to say Mexico, but I sometimes forget it when I'm here. Planning my Easter holiday, I made... Continue Reading →
As you may know, recently I finally got down to reading Walden by Henry David Thoreau. Thoureau had fascinated me since I studied some of his essays in university, mostly because I believe he's one of the few thinkers who really put his money where his mouth was: his lifestyle was always coherent with his... Continue Reading →