I’m sitting on a bean bag chair in one of the hostel’s common areas trying desperately not to scratch any of the 20+ itchy bug bites I’ve picked up in two days and listening to the thunder outside grow closer, putting a damper on my activity planning. Malta, we’ve gotten off to a rocky start.
Sometimes a trip is all about the food. Seeking out delicious new flavours. Discovering that quirky new eatery. Spending hours leisurely sipping wine and savouring your meal. Other times you just need to fuel and go.
Was this really going to happen? Was I going to make my way to the top of Mount Vogel in Slovenia…and then run off the edge? Well, that was my plan anyway. If the weather would let me. I was going paragliding.
In 2016 Ljubljana, Slovenia was named Europe’s Green Capital. In the middle of the green capital, surrounded by parks, is the city’s greenest hotel. Some hotels say they’re environmentally friendly and sure, they may not wash your sheets and towels every day but they’ve got nothing on the Hotel Park in Ljubljana.
Twelve feet doesn’t seem like that much does it? It’s the width of my living room. Twice the height of my last date. Four metres. Sounds so small until you’re standing at the top of a waterfall and someone is telling you to go ahead and jump into the pool below. This is canyoning in Slovenia.
Whether you’re visiting for a long weekend or a longer trip, with just a few staples, you can look chic and comfortable all at the same time. Autumn can be a confusing time when planning a travel wardrobe. Will it be light sweater weather or knit cap and scarf weather? So what to pack for Amsterdam in the fall?
I was trip planning and wondering what should I do in London? Should I seek out a food tour? Bike tour? Camden pub crawl? Beer was the social lubricant I needed in Brussels. Or should I go Banksy hunting in Shoreditch? Bingo! We have a winner.
I’d just fallen over and was quickly being engulfed by a quarter million white semi-translucent plastic balls. The people falling around me were creating waves of balls and making the levels rise until I almost went under. Techno music thumped through the air, filling my ears and making my pulse quicken. I tried to stand up but floundered, never quite getting my footing. A stranger’s hand suddenly shot through the crowd like a life preserver. I latched on as he heaved me up. “That was awesome!” I shouted.
Spring is one of the best times to visit London. The temperatures are starting to go up but the hordes of summer tourists haven’t descended on the city yet. Whether you’re visiting for a long weekend or a longer trip, with just a few staples, you can look chic and comfortable all at the same time.
Ever since WestJet announced their direct flights to London from St. John’s last year, it’s dawned on me that England is now entirely possible as a long weekend getaway. It can be cheaper to get to London than it is to get to Toronto. Crazy talk. And with only a 3.5h time difference it’s time to start considering London for you next girls getaway.
“You don’t have to feel bad drinking this beer. It’s for the kids!” our tour guide told us as we sat in a pub in Brussels. And it’s true…sort of. I had my first introduction to the world of Belgian beer recently and it was eye opening. Get ready for high alcohol content, warmer temps, and blessed beers.
My friend and I were at the Globe Theatre in London, chatting about what our next plans would be for the day, when the British lady in front of us turned around and said “I don’t mean to eavesdrop but if you’re looking for somewhere cool to go, you should check out Gordon’s Wine Bar. It’s one of my favourite places.” I don’t know about you, but when a local recommends something to you and tells you that it’s one of their favourites, you listen.
I knew I was about to perform a potentially dangerous Google search as I typed “things to do in Amsterdam at night” into my search bar. I know, right? I mean, it’s Amsterdam. I kinda knew what the obvious search result would be, but we’d already done a quick wander around the red light district and had enough of that awkwardness. So we needed an alternative.
I visited Dubrovnik in September 2012 and, though it’s the only time I’ve been so far, I think it’s the perfect time to visit King’s Landing. The weather is still warm enough for shorts and swimming in the sea but the crowds are thinner. When thinking about what to pack I kept coming back to items with a nautical or Mediterranean vibe. What would you pack?
Heading to the eternally chic City of Lights this past fall, I wanted to make sure that I didn’t stand out as a tourist. Parisian women are known worldwide for their particular brand of style and I wanted to do my best to fit in with them. So what did I pack?
It’s no secret that Valentine’s Day and I don’t get along. We started off ok, then hit some major bumpy spots. We mostly just exist separately these days. But this year I thought I would make the world my Valentine and write some love letters to all the places I’ve loved before.
I wanted to eat well in Paris. I really did. Sometimes I failed – too many ham and cheese baguettes. Sometimes I did ok – like Boeuf Bourguignon and a French red while sitting at the next table over from a couple of industry women in town for Fashion Week. And sometimes I hit it out of the park. Like the night I ventured, almost on a whim, to the 9th arrondissement to check out Bouillon Chartier. Zut alors!
If there was one iconic image I had of Paris, it was cycling through the streets on a cruiser bike. The image would be made perfect by a flouncy midi skirt, Breton striped boat-necked shirt, and an effortless chignon. Of course there’d be a baguette sticking out of the wicker basket. While the outrageous stereotypes of this dream sequence didn’t happen – I wore printed ankle pants with a grey v-neck and there was no basket or baguette – Fat Tire Bike Tours did make the rest happen for me.
I thought I’d want to stay close to Las Ramblas when I was visiting Barcelona but after one visited I actually wanted to stay far, far away. Thankfully my Devour Barcelona food tour introduced me to a whole new neighbourhood. Gracia is only a mile away but world’s apart from the tourist traps.