Just like a week ago when I opened my suitcase to dig out the necessary anti-airplane cleaning products for face and body, that suitcase is still there. After France came the man with the hammer. Exhausted. Shut down. Completely out. That's how I lie in bed. Flying back and forth doesn't sound as heavy as it is. And even with sleeping on the plane, my body says: stop! After ten consecutive weekends of visits, a bachelorette party in Ibiza, another bachelorette party in New York, a two-week wedding with a two-year preparation, a summer full of parties and gatherings in New York, flying back and forth to Europe, and then once again in that plane, it feels like I have to push a rattling car through a red light. With a headache, joint pain, and dark circles under my eyes, I listen to the rain calmly tapping on the window of our bedroom. So, I turn over one more time...

Not much left of these sparkles then... Oh well, with a few bath sessions and going to bed extra early, it will surely sparkle just as much next week. Love from rainy New York.