I still remember the first time I touched down in France by myself: I’d just woken up from snoozing through my red eye flight - I was twenty-one. I sat up and rubbed my eyes open just as the sun was rising, and the combination of natural beauty and the realization that I’d made it back to one of my favorite places in the world brought tears to my eyes. In a way - in a very special and rare moment you never forget - it almost felt like coming home.
Read MorePacking is an art…and though it’s one I’ve yet to fully master, I also have come a long way from lugging around three suitcases and a backpack when I could have easily pared my loot down to two bags. Having been there, at the lowest possible point of dragging around way too much stuff (from both over packing and over shopping) as a foolish college student, studying abroad, at the train station, praying to catch my ride, and ready to burst into tears because I physically could not drag my bags up another flights of stairs…you get it. It’s not fun.
Read MoreI’ve been to New York a number of times, but last summer was my first visit to Brooklyn. At the time, my dear friend Charlie worked in Williamsburg, and he showed me the coolest neighborhood, ladled with funky art, foodie traps, and homemade artisanal shopping. Venturing outside Brooklyn, I found my way to Chelsea Market, a delightful sensory overload.
Read MoreIn a 24-hour sprint the Saturday before Christmas, my mum and sister and I carted up to New York for a day of shopping. Every trip to NYC is always too short, but we had such a lovely time visiting in the middle of the holidays!
Read MoreDenver is as widespread as the West tends to be, and coupled with an overwhelming number of hiking spots in the surrounding area, it can be tricky to pick only one. But not to worry: Maxwell Falls proved to be a great choice for my brief four-day trip to Denver this summer.
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