As I say goodbye to 2016, it is bittersweet. You might be thinking, “Isn’t it always?”, but you would be wrong. I could not wait to let go of 2015. On the contrary, 2010 could have continued for 365 more days in my book. Different years produce different emotions and perspectives for me.
I felt it might be fun to reflect on 2016 by breaking down each months’ trials and tribulations, to truly capture all that was the ‘Year of Travel’. Continue Reading
And a Rainy afternoon in Paris. And a Rollercoaster of a year. And Reminiscing. And a Ring that I don’t seem to have the heart to remove from my finger. Continue Reading
I have been meaning to sit down and write this for quite some time now. And sitting in my hostel in the middle of Interlaken, Switzerland, has presented me with the moment to do so. The last blog post published was about Dubrovnik, and occurred nearly a month ago. Since then I have travelled throughout Italy, France, and now Switzerland. Basically, Croatia feels like years ago. Continue Reading
The irony of being in Britain, on a day we celebrate gaining American independence from Britain. All the while, wrapped up in the middle of Brexit, and Britain determining their own independence from the European Union. What a time to be alive people.
But today also marks my own independence. My last California girl is leaving me this week, so I am holding it down for America solo from now on.
With all of the craziness involving Britain leaving the EU, and the presidential election back home, I am looking forward to four months of vacation in countries less involved in the madness. It is a monumental time to be alive, whether you agree or disagree with the direction your country, or the world, is moving.
For all of those at home BBQing by the pool, floating down the Russian River, and lighting illegal fireworks in the street: I envy you.
Enjoy all of the freedoms we, as Americans, are granted. Rather than taking them for granted.
Happy 4th of July!
It’s July 1st! A day I’ve been anticipating as much as I have been dreading.
I have one month left in London. 30 days to be exact.
How did this happen?
We all have guilty pleasures. They are rarely shared… as this would completely contradict the guilty portion of a guilty pleasure, but this is my blog and I don’t mind contradiction. So here I am, sharing my greatest guilty pleasures.
There is a lot of purple in this post, FYI. Not purposefully. But I don’t hate it.
Also not a guilty pleasure. Continue Reading
Yesterday I had the unbearable task of saying goodbye to two of the most precious things in my life at the moment. As they would say, a double whammy of sorts.
Firstly, and most importantly, I said goodbye to my closest friend here in London. My partner in crime. The avocado to my gluten free toast.
You get it.
London will not be the same without her.
Secondly, I said goodbye to dairy.
I can almost feel the eye rolls through my computer screen. As some of you know, I have been gluten-free for over 3 years now. It has been one of the healthiest choices for me, although not really a choice at all. I have an intolerance for gluten and therefore do not eat products containing it. I also believe I have a sensitivity to lactose. I am no doctor {even if I live vicariously through the doctors on Grey’s Anatomy and feel like I basically am part of the team}. But I figured I would exclude dairy from my diet for two weeks, and see if I feel any better. Or a difference at all.
Making it official on my blog is the only way I will follow through and avoid chocolate. I will follow up in two weeks time with an update that I’m almost positive no one will care about.
Missing Sarah already and beginning the mourning process for all things delicious.
Sarah and I recently visited the statute of Peter Pan one foggy afternoon in London. Peter Pan represents so much more than every little boys first Walt Disney movie and my favorite ride at Disneyland. There is so much depth that can be found within the story of this little boy. I decided to reflect and attempt to find the similarities between myself and the boy who chose to never grow up.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much in common with Peter. Continue Reading
Let me wear my camels and dark browns one last time.
Happy first day of March! As February comes to an end and Spring is quickly approaching, or so I hope, it means bye-bye to all things Winter. I mean, it’s March now. Not that I am anxiously awaiting a warm spell to come over the entirety of England or anything, but at least someone should start thinking about it. Continue Reading
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