Aspiring to inspire

Being politically correct has never been my forte, and therefore I have no qualms about saying this: I'd rather attend a fox hunt than this job hunt of mine. Especially with a Royal Family. Any Royal Family. Wearing tweed. Oh, how I love tweed. Like this limited edition Longchamp gem of mine.

In addition to all the other things I have been focusing my attention on there are the matinés. And not just because of the price of cinema tickets these days. Yes, I'm perfectly aware of how I'm starting to sound like my Dad, but back when I was a kid you could hire George Clooney for an entire day for the price you pay to see his film these days. And far too often these days he's not even worth the investment (the last one was a Descendant from hell. Though, it was lovely watching him pretend for 90 minutes that he can act a man who can commit.)

So, in a bid to get a break from this unemployment-inflicted anxiety I took myself to see Woody Allen's latest. I've never been a huge fan of his art entirely based on him rambling on non-stop for 3,5 hours but it was either that or Julie Delpy's latest. And let's face it, even the French aren't quite French enough to fully appreciate the funniness of rounding up your craziest relatives in a dilapitated villa in the middle of the French countryside to have them all drink too much and accuse each other of being communists.

Anyway, the Woody Allen one takes place in Rome. A city we visited last year. A city I was never in a any hurry to visit and not just because of my relatively low opinion on the Italians (seriously, is crime really the only thing they're capable of organizing?!) and the Catholic Church. And once you've removed the Italians and the Catholic Church... What are you left with? Well, the very ruins the Romans left behind in Tunis, where I was living at the time. 

But while love might not be eternal, I sort of hope Rome is. It was...rather special. Though my favourite moments were the amazing charcuteries and the food markets. And Trastevere... and all its quaint little restaurants. The American-Italian couple who meets in the film had dinner at the same adorable little restaurant we discovered there!

So, while I know should be feverishly looking for a job, I'm plagued with another fever altogether: travel fever. Which my sister's collection of Conde Nast Traveller does very little to control. I can't wait to explore new places -and start planning my holiday wardrobes!!!

And when one can't acquire, one must aspire. And so, this is what I'm currently aspiring to:

1. New York
(for obvious reasons. The Fashion Week, eating my way through Lower East Side's kosher delis, shopping myself sick on 5th Avenue and finding my Jewish husband)

2. Amalfi Coast 
(just about the most beautiful place on Earth. But nothing is perfect- this is located in Italy)

3. Kenya
(well, where else am I going to wear all the clothes I've already purchased for that safari campfire!)

4. Dubrovnik
(looks divine. Should go soon though, as any original charm will be ruined by the hoardes of tourists in about 15 minutes)

5. Albania
(scores of original charm, I'm sure, yet to be destroyed by any kind of civilization. And seeing how one of the things I have yet experienced on my travels is being kidnapped, this just might be a good place for that)

6.Afghanistan
(for the sheer joy of travelling light. No bikinis needed, no clubbing gear- just throw in a burqa and a toothbrush and you're good to go!)