Winter in Roslin, Scotland
Christmas when my brother and I were kids was traditional. We would always wake up early to presents at the bottoms […]
Christmas when my brother and I were kids was traditional. We would always wake up early to presents at the bottoms […]
Looking for something a bit more exciting than ordinary pasta, I dug through Tori Haschka’s book A Suitcase and a Spatula for
“What I learn about a place illuminates something about myself. What I learn about myself illuminates something about a place.
What better Autumn ingredients than apples and cinnamon? While I was in New York, my mom served up some tasty
Deciding where to stay is one of the best parts of planning a trip. I prefer the quirky, the colourful,
On our last morning in Copenhagen, Jorge and I followed a long mustard-coloured wall to an open gate that marked
It was a wet morning, our last day in the wonderful city of Copenhagen, Denmark. Jorge and I took a
On a hunt for something a bit different, yet fast and easy, I stumbled upon Cooking a la Mel’s recipe
What better to brighten up a dreary day in Dublin than a bit of street art hunting? The previous day,
It rained for four days straight in Dublin the first week of October, casting a soggy grey light over the
What says Autumn more than the smell of pumpkin? (Well, besides kicking through crispy leaves, pulling out those chunky scarves
It was a great cave in the midst of a city; and what were the altars and the tinsel but
There is a mixture of beauty and sadness in Matthew Christopher’s photography of abandoned places in America. From churches, to
Jorge went up to Scotland for a long weekend so I had the flat to myself for three nights. Who
In the 15th Arrondissement of Paris, about a 10 minute walk from the Eiffel Tower, the Platine Hotel is tucked
THE DETAILS Location // Paris, France Length of stay // 3 nights Travel companions // Jorge Purpose of trip // Celebrate Jorge’s birthday! Seeing
Watching trees lash around in the wind, leaves fluttering to the ground and rain pattering against the window pane, I
I’ve written quite a bit about my last Amsterdam trip lately – about the street art, the Saturday farmer’s market and
I stepped through the gates of Vondelpark early afternoon, spending a few hours on my own while my travel buddies
It was early on a Saturday morning and the city of Amsterdam was coming to life with clanging bicycle bells