Next up: The Budapest Food Tour. Budapest Street Art Now, anyone who knows me knows I LOVE food tours. I do them everywhere, in every new city, in every country. They’re usually one of my favourite ways to further understand a city... because food tells you so much about culture, history, class, geography... all of it. Sometimes, anyway. And yes, before anyone asks, I had mentioned multiple times beforehand that I was a vegetarian. I’d even temporarily abandoned veganism for

I took a bunch of tours while in Budapest. I’m going to list them all, one for one, because there were four of them. FOUR. I can’t even make this up. Who does four tours in two days? Me. *just this one time though... it's not usually my 'norm.' And... never again... So ya... I had two full days in Budapest, and I signed myself up for four different tours. When I casually throw the word “different” out there, what I mean is that I hoped (and prayed) that they were all differe

I’ve noticed one thing while I’ve been here… and this is definitely going to sound a little bizarre. But here goes… I’m sure most of you have heard, from time to time, that Canadians are “so kind.” Yeah… me too. Especially in the hospitality industry. And honestly, whenever people say this to me, I can’t really wrap my head around it. Normally, I respond with some flippant comment about how we’re not all so nice… and how we have plenty of rude people in Canada too. Because… w

Like most of my travels, I’ve had a few, usual, slight mishaps along the way. This trip has been no exception to the rule. Like Murphy's Law... but I prefer to think of it as the law of the inevitable blunder. Somehow, in a feat that still completely baffles me, I managed to spill my entire bottle of body spray all through my bag. It leaked onto absolutely everything inside... including the jeans I was wearing, because by the time I finally realized, the bag had been smackin

WHO hands over their entire financial lifeline over... in Italy... the pickpocket capital of Europe... to a complete stranger? WHILE I'M STANDING ON THE ROAD DRINKING!!! Me. Apparently, me. I spent the next ten minutes berating myself for committing what might (potentially) be the stupidest mistake of my entire travel career. Rookie move. Classic me.

I was beyond ecstatic to see the Florence Duomo once again. Anyone who’s ever talked to me about travel knows that the Duomo in Florence is one of my all-time favourite places in the world. In fact, I call it one of my “Nessun Dormas.” It fills me with such overwhelming joy and awe that I feel like Pavarotti should appear in the background, belting out the triumphant final chorus of Nessun Dorma. The power of that music perfectly captures what I feel when I see places like t

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

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