Day 16: Natalie’s Guide to Rome

1. Take a bus to the metro station. This won’t be hard. First, go to buy a ticket at the café across the street, except they don’t sell bus tickets. But they assure you: people don’t use tickets on the buses here. The “ispettore” rarely rides this...

Day 15: My Challenge for You

This is not my first rodeo (Or my first 30-day challenge.) I did some a few years back with my friend Hannah. They difference they made in my life was startling. One month, I wrote a page a day every day in my journal. I’d been going through a writing slump....

Day 13

“Just write,” I tell my clients. “Do it. Doesn’t matter if it’s bad. Doesn’t matter if it’s terrible. Just write and write and write and you’ll find your voice and you will make great stuff. “Write when you’re tired,” I say. “Write when you don’t have time to...

Day 12: Shizz I Don’t Travel Without

I’ve been meaning to post something practical like this for a while, and I can think of no better time than tonight, when my shit is scattered all over a bedroom floor in Stockholm and I’m really tired of talking about myself. This is not a sponsored post: I genuinely...

Day 11: Blonds on Bicycles

I wake up this morning at Ella and Ingvar’s to screaming, thumping, dishes clinking and the smell of coffee. I go back to sleep. When I wake up again, there is silence. I wander around the empty house, drinking tea, catching up on work, and reveling in the...

Day 10: Swedish

I’m in Stockholm now. Yup, that’s how I roll: wake up in Cappadocia, go to sleep in Stockholm. At 10pm, if I make it that late, because I’m staying with friends who have 4 children under the age of 6. I’ll pause for a moment to let that sink in. I’ve written...