Hello, Sunday.
Hello from Cardiff!
Actually, as you’re reading this we are on our way back to London before flying out tomorrow, but I’m writing this from our hotel room in Cardiff, overlooking Principality Stadium and watching the sunset over some sticky toffee pudding room service and Sister Act. Wild times, us Barua ladies, but it’s the first night where we tucked in sort of early-ish, and if the three hour nap I took earlier was any indication, it was necessary after a week of go-go-going.
I can’t wait to tell you all about what we did/saw/ate but for now, here are some nuggets that I found from the real world that snuck into my vacation bubble of bliss:
Oof. Here’s a pull-no-punches obituary.
Rihanna, you go girl.
Work has been hard the past few years, but the thing that I think sustains most of us is a united sense of purpose, and appreciation from our supervisors, so I think this is true: appreciation is the single most sustainable motivator at work.
A letter from my stupid daily walk that I take for my stupid mental health.
Prepare yourselves – the Parmesan is in trouble.
I recently had one of those deep friend conversations with one of my bests about what we would pick if we had to name a favorite food- no separate sweet/savory categories, no favorite ethnicity- just straight up food. Mine was, surprise to no one, french fries. Here- a history for the fried potato.
I’ve eaten this Sri Lankan dish twice this week and here’s a reminder for all of us to make it at home.
Where to eat if you’re out traveling Europe the next few months, summer edition.
And if you can swing it, you should since it’s so cheap right now.
Obsessed with this dress, and please convince me I don’t need it.
That’s it! Have a great day!
