(Falling behind! Seriously starting to lose track of time. I feel like I am in an eternal Sunday: a sort of non-punishing version of the Groundhog Day). I wake up in a great reset mood, and look back at the Day-7 picture of that table I spent my low day at:– uninteresting papers everywhere,– my…

This morning I wake up with Calico, our lady cat, peacefully laying on me. I keep still for a while so as not to disturb her, but then I have to give in to the irresistible urge to roll to my side. I am sure she is going to jump off the bed in disdain…

Waking up without an alarm allows me to slide into awakeness slowly. The first thing I do is visually explore the room. Which is not always the same room (I have been sleeping around a lot since lockdown…Just always with the same husband).Then I focus on an object, I try to imagine what the guests…

In my domestic archeology, I have dug up 2 valuable fossils:A ceramic chamber pot from a French flea market (which I clearly remember paying in Francs), and a bunch of silk tulips, bought in Bangkok in March 1990.The long lasting quality of Thai silk and the immaculate durability of ceramic – still pleasant to the…

After “celebrating” 30 days of deprivation of a few staples, – like work, social relations, driving – interesting effects present themselves: 1) As the present is on stall, I a) indulge in the past:I reminisce driving to Ikea all alone, as a form of meditation, to get away from busy days of work.Getting a bag…

I am reminded that money is like food: – it is impossible to not think about it, when you are hungry;– when you do have enough, you should be thinking about something else;– in excess, it can actually distract from happiness;– it is natural to need it, is it human to grow a passion for…

This short story is not about us and our beautiful and safe homes, and the food on our tables. You and we are the upper case “Accidental Tourists”: the lucky ones who can choose the destination and duration of their wandering, and can set the date of their return home. This post is about the…

The history of this room is a few years short of nine centuries. (That’s the long story).The story we account for is only a few months, and hopefully it has just started. Few months ago, I was doing one of my favorite things: being an “accidental tourist” in my own home.And don’t most great discoveries…

This morning I woke up thinking of Gloria, Eva’s elementary teacher.She used to take a few hours every week to “practice feelings”.She would vividly describe different scenes to the children and ask them to imagine being there.Then, they would write down few words on how they felt.At the end of this series, children would choose…

As a child I met an old fisherman in Positano whose favorite recommendation to passersby was: “ If you drop a small precious object in a big sink, don’t go fumbling after the small precious object. Head straight for the drain and plug it”. People who have taken a class at Accidental Tourist know I…