It was a trek to get there, but worth it. A regular client of mine who works in films asked for a quiet tune-up week in Jávea. No names. Villa near the port. I packed light gear, set the schedule, … Read More
You ever wake up and feel like you’ve been folded into a suitcase by a vengeful chiropractor? That was me last month. Mid-back locked. Hip clicking like a rusty metronome. Hamstring? Not even on speaking terms with me anymore. So … Read More
There’s a difference between lifting and lifting your suitcase into the overhead bin without tearing your soul in half. One looks good on Instagram. The other means you don’t grunt like your grandad every time you reach for the bottom … Read More