“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” ― Bill Bryson
“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” ― Bill Bryson
When I start to write about one of my experiences, I never quite know how it will end up. Some of my writing can be squared away as a guides, other times it becomes clear that there's no lesson to be learned or taught, but an experience to be remembered.
These are my stories. You won't find much in the way of helpful tips, but you might find yourself laughing at my misfortunes or feeling inspired by my successful adventures (few as they may be). Either way, I just hope you'll feel something.
How many steps to Palamidi Fortress? More than enough. I'm not one for strenuous activity but when there's an epic view involved, I make an exception. This exception was well worth the sweat.
Have you ever had that, 'This is the best meal I've ever eaten' moment? Have you ever gone back to a place in search of it? This is for you.
In life, there are some truly stand-out moments that you never forget. Gay Pride in Amsterdam was one of those moments.
Dedicated to my loveable, adventurous gal friend Olivia - take note of all the things I recommend you do, see and eat whilst gallivanting around New York City.
Lipari is one of my favourite places on this Earth. Sunrises and sunsets are always captivating to me but they somehow felt more magical in this place than they have in almost any other.
There’s something to be said for waking up early. It's the ultimate struggle, but drag yourself out of bed before the sunrises in Rome and you'll be thanking yourself later for sure.
Sometimes you need to take the bad in with the good. In Rome, that means with the incredible architecture and delicious food, you need to accept some of the most unreliable public transportation you may ever have experienced.
‘Treviso is like a little Venice’ my cousin Francesco said to me as we drove from the train station through town, while my eyes hungrily took in the sites whirling passed me. It’s a strange thing to find yourself in a place that you’ve never seen before, but where you feel an immediate connection, like you’ve found another piece to a puzzle you thought you had already completed.
I have a love. It’s a strong and pure kind of love, of the life-long variety. When we are together I feel absolute bliss, even if everything else in life feels in complete disarray. It’s one of those relationships that can survive time and distance.
