You won’t believe what happened to me. Most of my blog could start that way. Seriously. ZC and I were exploring Siena the other day... and we happened to come across a local market. It was mostly clothes, plants, and shoes... nothing touristy at all... and no artisan stalls. BUT... I happened to find a hoodie that looked cozy... and it was only €6. Steal of a deal! It was off-white, which isn’t usually my best colour, but for that price… and because it felt so snug, I bou

I caught sight of the pastry counter and motioned to the server that I’d like to take a closer look. You’d think I’d asked to inspect their cash register. He gave me a haughty once-over, then sharply informed me I wasn’t allowed past the second step. Oh... Ok. It felt so unnecessarily cold… completely dismissive. Even the lady inside, behind the counter, could do nothing but glare at me. So… I left. Unmistakenly banished... again.

The 'travelling pro' side of me failed miserably as soon as I reached Termini, one of Rome's main station terminals. When the airporter train arrived, it was time for me to navigate the dreaded Metro. I did consider walking... as it was only 34 minutes to my hotel... but, as I might have mentioned previously, I was too shattered, sticky, and snappy to manage that.

Well… It’s that time again. I’m off. Packed, passport ready, and currently on the train en route to YVR. This one feels a little different, though. Not even a little. A whole lot. First off... I’m poor. Well, if we're being honest... I’m always poor, but this time I’m poor without the usual credit buffer I tend to lean on when I wander abroad. Long story. Banks suck. Actually, I suck — and that’s why the banks suck. But yeah… long story. The summer didn’t pan out on the sid

So… we’re all probably wondering… what happened with the key? Nothing yet. No angry emails, no surprise invoices. I think this should be...

Whenever I mentioned I was going to Bordeaux, the response was almost automatic… “You must visit the Cité du Vin!” The what? Apparently,...

In my last post, I talked about what I really love ( and don’t love ) about Paris… but really, what I should have done was sum it all up...

I caught the train from Soissons to Paris on Sunday morning, with Matthew. He was a sweetheart and stayed with me as I navigated the...

When we returned the rental car, everything was, of course , perfect. Gas tank full / clean / no damage. I signed the return invoice,...

I know I blether on and on and on about the cold, but it’s a major contributing factor into why I leave Canada in the winter. Sure,...

We did manage to eventually escape Colmar in our vehicle… but not until later on in the afternoon. Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t as...

I spent a couple of nights in Longueval with ZC and Anna… catching up, enjoying delicious Raclette and wine… and preparing for our...