by Natalie Karneef | Oct 20, 2016
This morning is one of those mornings. Nothing terrible happens, shit just goes wrong. Then I find out that the friend I’m supposed to meet in Bucharest, where I’m headed today, can’t make it. At lunchtime, Pietro drives me to the train station, even though I could...
by Natalie Karneef | Oct 14, 2016
This morning, my Italian mama, Maria, makes me a cappuccino. On the bus 20 minutes later, I feel like a cracked out windup toy. This is why I do not drink coffee. This is also why I have two pages of notes in my notepad which I can’t make out. At the time,...
by Natalie Karneef | Sep 7, 2016
“Where your friend?” That’s what the waiter asks when I sit down for dinner in a thatched-roofed beach hut on stilts. The hut has floor cushions and a low table, and there four or five similar huts scattered around, all facing the same stretch of turquoise ocean, over...
by Natalie Karneef | Aug 4, 2016
*This post was originally sent out with no title or explanation. (Thank you, Indonesian internet.) I thought you might want to know why you got a very small video of me surfing, mostly on sand, in your inbox. Two years ago, I came to Bali and (stupidly) tried to learn...
by Natalie Karneef | Jun 22, 2016
I love AirBnb. Yes, love. First of all, you get to stay in people’s houses, see what books they’re reading, meet their dogs, and learn how they cook corn on the cob. But to me, anyway, connecting with a local and getting their insider tips on their neighbourhood or...
