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August 17, 2025August 15, 2025

Italy: Part One – Venice & Rome

After exploring the Swiss Alps, we set off for Italy, a journey that would take us through winding train routes and a few buses before we finally arrived in Venice. It was a long day of travel, but honestly? Worth every single connection. The views along the way were breathtaking, rolling green hills giving way to jagged snow-dusted peaks, tiny alpine villages tucked into valleys, and endless lakes shimmering under the sun. Thank God for Eurail.

Venice

Venice is the kind of place you think you know from postcards, until you actually step foot there. The canals seem impossibly perfect, the pastel buildings leaning gently over the water like they’re whispering secrets, and every corner feels like a painting come to life.

We stayed in Cannaregio, one of my new favourite areas in Venice, away from the densest tourist spots but still an easy walk to all the major sights. Our Airbnb was just what we needed: comfortable, well-located, and run by a fantastic host who gave us plenty of local recommendations. Plus, with five of us sharing the space, it felt like a true little home base.

Food-wise, Venice absolutely delivered. Two standouts:

Trattoria Bar Pontini – the kind of pasta that makes you stop mid-bite and just stare at your fork in disbelief.
Trattoria Da Mimmo – this was my first time trying cuttlefish, and it completely won me over. Highly recommend if you’re feeling adventurous.

Of course, I ate my body weight in gelato. One of my favourites was @bacaro_del_gelato_venezia – creamy, rich, and impossible to pick just one flavour.

Some of my favourite moments in Venice weren’t even tied to food (shocking, I know). Seeing Jeff Koons’ art up close was incredible, as was wandering into the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari – an absolutely beautiful church tucked away from the busiest streets. And then there’s St. Mark’s Square, which honestly took my breath away despite all the crowds.

After a few magical days, we boarded a train to our next stop: Rome.

Rome

This was my second time in Rome. The first was when I was 16, on a school trip, wide-eyed and running between sights with my friends. Coming back as an adult was a completely different experience- slower, more intentional, and with a glass of wine in my hand more often than not.

We stayed in Trastevere, an area full of cobblestone streets, ivy-covered buildings, and endless restaurant patios. Our Airbnb was modern, spotless, and in a safe, lively neighbourhood. The elevator, however, was possibly the smallest I’ve ever seen, which turned into one of those travel stories you can’t help but laugh about later. Our host was wonderful, and I’d 100% stay there again.

Food in Rome is a love language all its own. Some must-try spots:

La Cisterna Trastevere – hands down, some of the best pasta I have ever had. They warn you about portion sizes, and we completely ignored it… only to be served the largest plates of pasta I have ever seen. After a long day of travel, it was both overwhelming and glorious.
Come Na’ Vorta – great food at a great price, with a cosy, welcoming vibe.
Le Bistro Roma – this place is my personal “hidden gem.” I found it during my first trip, and now I recommend it to everyone. It’s right near the Trevi Fountain but still affordable, with high-quality food. My parents have been, my friends have been… and now I’m passing it along to you.

In terms of sightseeing, I couldn’t resist revisiting the Colosseum and Roman Forum. Even having been before, they still completely fascinate me – the scale, the history, the feeling of walking through something that has stood for thousands of years. The Pantheon and Trevi Fountain are equally awe-inspiring, with their intricate details and massive presence.

Venice and Rome couldn’t be more different, but that’s part of what makes traveling through Italy so magical. Venice felt like stepping into a dream – quiet mornings by the canals, long pasta lunches, and getting happily lost down tiny alleyways. Rome was alive with energy – history around every corner, the constant hum of the streets, and plates of pasta big enough to feed a small army.

From here, we were off to Florence, Naples and Capri, but that’s a story for Part Two.

July 28, 2025July 27, 2025

Things I Wish More People Talked About While Travelling

When you scroll through Instagram or TikTok, travel looks like a highlight reel: morning croissants in Paris, beach dips in Greece, spontaneous nights out in Barcelona, perfectly-filtered sunsets in Nice. And yes, those moments happen. I’ve had them too. But what you don’t always see are the parts in between: the weird, quiet, emotional, sometimes uncomfortable pieces of travelling that don’t fit in a photo.

I’ve spent the last few years slowly piecing together a life that includes a whole lot of wandering. Some of it has been dreamy, some of it has been chaotic, and a lot of it has been deeply personal. Along the way, I started to notice all the things people don’t really talk about while travelling, and I wish they did. Not because I want to ruin the fantasy, but because knowing these things would’ve made me feel less alone in the moments that weren’t so picture perfect.

For one, the loneliness is real. You can be surrounded by people, in a buzzing hostel, on a walking tour, out at a wine bar, and still feel completely disconnected. There are moments where you crave something familiar so badly it physically aches. Sometimes it’s triggered by something small: a text from your mom, a FaceTime that cuts out, a birthday you’re missing back home. Other times it just bubbles up quietly, like when you’re wandering a new city and suddenly realize you wish a certain person was there to share it with. That’s not something people show on their stories, but it happens.

There’s also this low-key exhaustion that builds from making constant decisions. When you’re travelling solo or even with friends, you’re in charge of everything: where to stay, where to eat, what to see, how to get there. Every single day is full of tiny logistical puzzles, and the mental load is a lot sometimes. You don’t realize how comforting autopilot can be until you’re completely without it.

And let’s talk about money. I’m careful. I plan. I budget. But the guilt still creeps in, for both spending and not spending. There’s this pressure to “make the most of it,” to say yes to the once-in-a-lifetime dinner or that guided hike or the extra night in a cool town. But it adds up. I’ve caught myself mid-bite, calculating the CAD conversion and wondering if I just overspent for a plate of average ravioli. And even when something is worth the splurge, it doesn’t always feel light and carefree.

The comparison trap is sneaky, too. You think you’re doing well, you’re soaking it all in, moving at your own pace, embracing new places and experiences, and then suddenly you’re scrolling and see someone doing more. More countries. More festivals. More rooftop Aperols with their new best friends. And you start to wonder: Should I be doing it differently? Am I missing out? Am I boring?

Then comes the other kind of comparison, the one that hits a little deeper and sticks a little longer. You see people back home finding their rhythm: building careers, buying homes, getting promotions, starting relationships that look like they’re going somewhere. There’s a strange ache that comes with it. You feel proud of them, but also unsure of yourself. Did I make the right choice? Should I have stayed and started building something too? Am I falling behind while everyone else is settling in?

It’s a quiet kind of doubt that doesn’t always shout, but whispers just loud enough to make you question everything, even when you’re surrounded by beauty, freedom, and moments you once dreamed of. It’s a weird space to live in: grateful for the life you chose, but occasionally haunted by the life you didn’t.

What I’ve come to realize is that travel doesn’t magically erase who you are. New country, same brain. Your anxieties, your self-doubt, your mood swings, they all come with you in your backpack. And some days, for no big reason at all, you just feel off. I wish more people said that that’s normal. Feeling homesick doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong. Crying in a train station bathroom doesn’t mean you’re ungrateful. You’re just a person, doing something brave, and it’s okay to feel everything while you’re at it.

And not every day is going to feel like a scene from a movie. Some places are a bit of a letdown. Some hostels are just not the vibe. Some days are purely logistical, laundry, check-ins, missed connections. That’s not failure, it’s life. The less pressure you put on every moment to be magical, the more room you make for little joys to surprise you.

The hardest part for me? Balancing the excitement of what I’m seeing with the ache of what I’m missing. When you’re on the road, life doesn’t pause at home. Friends get engaged. Jobs come up. Family stuff happens. You feel pulled, grateful to be where you are, but sometimes painfully aware of where you’re not.

And now, as I begin planning my next trip, I’m starting to think more long-term. What do I want the next five years of my life to look like? If I don’t travel now, then when? But if I keep travelling now, what does that mean for things like stability, career goals, relationships? I know I’m not the only one asking these questions, and I also know that none of us have the perfect answer.

But even with all of this, the homesickness, the burnout, the awkward dinners alone and the internal spirals mid-bus ride, I still believe in the magic of travel. Not the fantasy version, but the real, gritty, emotional kind. The kind where you push past your comfort zone, even when your stomach is in knots. The kind where you meet someone on a walking tour who becomes your friend for the next two weeks. The kind where a quiet coffee in an unfamiliar café makes you feel unexpectedly calm and alive.

You don’t need a “perfect” trip to have a meaningful one. You don’t need a constant glow to be growing. You just need a little courage, a little curiosity, and a willingness to sit with the unknown. The truth is, even the harder parts, maybe especially the harder parts, are what make the good moments feel that much brighter.

And the good moments do come. Sometimes in big, sparkly ways. Sometimes in the smallest ones, like catching the train just in time, or laughing over wine with someone you haven’t seen for ages, or realizing, out of nowhere, that you haven’t checked your phone in hours because you’ve been too busy actually living.

So yeah, maybe more people should talk about how travel can be weird and emotional and kind of lonely sometimes. But I also wish more people knew that it’s still worth it, so worth it. Because through all the noise and the doubts and the minor travel crises, you end up finding something kind of beautiful: a deeper trust in yourself, a stronger sense of who you are, and a whole new way of looking at the world.

Wherever you are, and wherever you’re heading next, you’ve got this. And I’ll be cheering you on, probably, hopefully, from a café somewhere, dreaming of what comes next.

July 20, 2025July 19, 2025

Switzerland: Zurich to Gimmelwald – A Storybook Escape

Switzerland honestly felt like stepping into a postcard, everywhere I turned, there was something that made me pause in disbelief. Our journey started in Zurich, a city that immediately struck me with its calm energy, spotless streets, and that classic Swiss charm. One of our first stops was Café Henrici (@cafehenrici), tucked into Zurich’s Old Town. It’s the perfect place to cozy up with a coffee and people-watch, the vibes are immaculate. After fuelling up, we spent time wandering the city: walking along the Limmat River, visiting the Landesmuseum, and admiring all the beautiful churches and architecture around every corner. Zurich does a great job of blending the modern with the historic, and I loved getting a feel for both.

We made our way to La Pasta, a spot that we just happened to find and let me tell you, it delivered. Fresh pasta, cozy setting, and the kind of meal that hits just right after a long day of exploring. Another highlight was checking out ETH Zurich, it’s one of the most respected universities in Europe, and we stumbled across a cool student bar on campus. The whole area had such a fun and welcoming energy, plus the campus itself is gorgeous.

We stayed at the MEININGER Hotel Zürich Greencity, just a little outside the city core, and it was a great find. The hotel was super clean, well-connected to transit, and had everything we needed. We were a group of five and booked a 6-person mixed dorm, which ended up being perfect, we had the space to ourselves and it worked out to be affordable.

From Zurich, we made our way to the mountains, and honestly, this part of the trip felt like a fairytale. The journey to Gimmelwald was an adventure in itself: train from Zurich to Interlaken, then on to Stechelberg, and finally a series of gondolas to reach this tiny village nestled in the Swiss Alps. The entire time, the views just kept getting better and better.

Gimmelwald is a place I’ll be thinking about forever. We stayed at the Mountain Hostel (@mountainhostel), which might go down as one of the coolest places I’ve ever stayed. Picture this: a rustic lodge perched on the edge of a mountain, with homemade pizza, friendly faces from all over the world, and some of the most breathtaking scenery I’ve ever seen. I literally found myself taking my glasses off and on, trying to decide if I was actually seeing what I thought I was. Spoiler: I was – and it was jaw-dropping.

The whole vibe of Gimmelwald was magical. We wandered over to the Honesty Shop, a tiny little store with no staff – just a notebook, a cash box, and a whole lot of trust. We hiked up to Mürren, a neighbouring town that feels like it belongs in a Hallmark Movie, and saw the famous Schilthorn, where some James Bond scenes were filmed. There were cows with bells, cats that followed us on trails, waterfalls crashing down the cliffs – it was everything you picture when you think “Swiss Alps,” but somehow better.

I truly can’t recommend Gimmelwald enough, it’s peaceful, untouched, and absolutely unforgettable. After a few dreamy days, we headed back down the mountain and set off for Italy, still buzzing from our alpine escape.

Throughout Switzerland, I was using my Eurail Pass, which made getting around super easy, especially for the major train routes. For more remote areas like Gimmelwald, we had to piece together gondolas and local transit, but that just added to the fun.

All in all, Switzerland left a big mark on me. To be frank (lol), Switzerland is quite expensive. From food and drinks to activities, the costs can add up quickly, but in my opinion, it’s 100% worth the splurge. The natural beauty, the peaceful atmosphere, and the once-in-a-lifetime experiences you’ll have there make every franc feel well spent. It was serene, stunning, and felt like a deep breath for the soul. If you ever get the chance to go, take it. You won’t regret it.

July 13, 2025July 19, 2025

Knowing Where to Go & For How Long

Where should I go? How long should I stay? Should I get a visa, go solo, or bring a friend? These are the questions I’ve been asking myself (and maybe you are too). In this post, I dive into how to balance your gut instincts with practical choices, from budget and visas to life goals and what you leave behind. Plus, a peek into my own planning process as I figure out my next adventure at 25.

One of the biggest (and most intimidating) parts of travel isn’t picking flights or packing your suitcase, it’s deciding where to go, and how long to stay.

It sounds easy until you actually start planning, then suddenly the questions pile up:

Do I go somewhere I’ve always dreamed of, or somewhere more affordable?
Should it be a quick trip or a long adventure?
Solo, or with someone else?
Is it worth what I’d leave behind?

I don’t have all the answers (spoiler: no one does), but here’s how I’ve tried to figure it out, and maybe it’ll help you too.

Follow your gut (and your heart)

Honestly, this is where it always starts for me.
Sometimes it’s a single photo, a video, or even hearing someone talk about a place — and suddenly, you can’t stop thinking about it. That quiet, stubborn feeling that says “go.”

And trust me: your gut knows more than your spreadsheet does.
Some of my best trips started because something just felt right, not because it made perfect sense on paper.

Cost vs. dreams

The hard truth: you might have to balance what you want with what’s realistic.
Dreaming of six months in Paris? It’s possible, but only if you can make the budget work.

So I ask myself:

Is this a place I’d love to experience deeply, slowly?
Or would a shorter trip still feel special?

Sometimes it means trading a big luxury trip for a longer stay with simpler comforts, and sometimes it means saving up to really do it your way.
Neither answer is wrong; it just depends on what matters most to you.

Long-term vs. short-term

I’ve done both, and they really do feel like different worlds.

Long-term (6+ months):
You discover favourite cafés, spot locals you recognize, learn shortcuts, celebrate holidays abroad, even find a little routine. You live there, not just visit.

Short-term (a week, a month):
It’s exciting and fresh; you squeeze in sights, meals, and memories. It’s more intense, but sometimes exactly what you need.

Ask yourself what you want from the trip: depth, variety, or a mix? And remember, you can always go back.

Solo or not?

Travelling solo scared the life out of me at first, but it taught me so much about who I am when no one else is around.
You choose what you do, learn to trust yourself, and realize how capable you are.

Travelling with a friend or partner, though, is just as wonderful in a different way. Someone to share laughs, split snacks, take photos, hype you up, and navigate challenges together.

Your choice might depend on your personality, destination, or even just the season of life you’re in. Neither is “better” they’re just different stories.

Visa vs. no visa

Some places let Canadians stay months without a visa. Others offer working holiday visas, which, trust me, are truly once-in-a-lifetime. I learned this the hard way: once it expires, you can’t apply again!

Visas can feel like paperwork headaches, but they unlock deeper experiences: working, renting an apartment, staying longer than a tourist ever could.
If you’re under 30 (sometimes 35), look into them, it’s a window that doesn’t stay open forever.

The money question

No one loves budgeting, but it’s freeing to know your limits.

Ask yourself:

Do you want hostels, markets, and street food?
Or boutique hotels and fancy dinners?
Will you work along the way?

It’s not just “how much do I have,” but “how much do I want to spend on this experience?”

What you leave behind

The part we don’t always talk about: family, friends, pets, partners, birthdays, jobs.
Travel doesn’t exist in a vacuum; something always gets paused or missed.

For me, I weigh:

How long am I willing to be away?
Will I regret missing something at home?
Is the trade-off worth it right now?

Sometimes the answer is yes. Sometimes it isn’t. But being honest with yourself matters.

Where you are in life

I think a lot about age and timing.
Where do you see yourself in five years? Will this trip fit into that plan, or change it?

Some travels feel best before bigger commitments; others fit beautifully at any stage.
There’s no deadline to see the world, but sometimes, your life stage helps guide when and where to go.

The “how long” question

It’s not always about visas or money; sometimes it’s emotional:

Do I want to feel settled somewhere?
Do I just want a burst of adventure?
Do I want to keep moving or stay in one place?

There’s no rulebook. I’ve loved quick city breaks and months-long stays, each gave me something different.

The final thought

When people ask me how to choose where to go and for how long, the truth is: there isn’t a formula.

Start with your heart, check in with your reality, and ask yourself:

Where lights you up?
What can you afford; in money, time, and what you’d leave behind?
And what feels right for right now?

And remember: there’s no perfect choice, no “best” way.
The important part is that you go at all.

Because whether it’s a weekend, a month, or a year… you’ll come home different.
And that’s always worth it.

My personal experience

Right now, I’m in that planning stage again.
I’m always super excited for my next adventure, but there’s always that little battle in my head:
Where do I go? How long do I go for? Should I get a visa? Who should I go with? What am I potentially leaving behind? Should I follow my gut or my heart?

And now, being 25 (oof), I’m starting to think about a five-year plan for myself and what I want my future to look like. If I don’t travel now, then when will I? But if I keep travelling now, what will my next five years look like?

I don’t think anyone truly knows the “right” answer. I sure don’t. But I do know that in the end, I’ll come to the answer that’s right for me.

And maybe that’s the point.

July 6, 2025July 4, 2025

New Zealand: Part 3 – visas, buses, and why you always get insurance

When people picture a trip to New Zealand, they see the beaches, the mountains, the road trips and sunsets. And yes, it’s all of that, but what people don’t always talk about is the behind-the-scenes stuff: visas, transport, setting up life somewhere new, and the moments that test you in ways you never expect.

As a Canadian, getting the NZ working holiday visa is truly once in a lifetime, you literally can’t get it again once you’ve used it (trust me, I tried). The process itself is pretty simple: answer a bunch of questions online, pay the fee, and within a week or two (at least in my case), you’ll get an approval email and you’re good to go. When I landed in Auckland, I was fully prepared for them to ask for papers or drill me with questions, but no one did, they pretty much just waved me through (I assume everything was linked online). Still, it’s important to have your documents sorted before you go; don’t risk it.

Getting to New Zealand from Canada is, to put it lightly, far. It’s not just the distance, it’s the mental leap, too. You land on the other side of the world, exhausted and a bit disoriented, and suddenly you’re responsible for everything: getting a phone set up, opening a local bank account, figuring out where to buy groceries, and trying to stay awake through the worst jet lag of your life. It’s overwhelming, but also strangely exciting, because everything feels so new.

For getting around, I relied on the InterCity FlexiPass. It’s basically a bus pass where you buy travel hours and use them as you go. Honestly, it was money so well spent. The app is easy, the drivers were always kind, and you end up meeting other travellers and backpackers on the same route. If you don’t have a car, this is the move, it gives you freedom without the stress of driving on the other side of the road.

And then, there’s travel insurance. Before leaving, everyone says, “Get it, just in case.” You tell yourself you will, almost as a formality. But for me, “just in case” happened. I got really sick, turns out it was E. coli, while I was alone in Wellington, thousands of kilometres from home. I can barely remember how I made it back: Wellington to Auckland, then to Los Angeles, then finally Toronto. When I landed and saw my mom waiting at the airport, I just collapsed into her arms. I was so sick I don’t even remember the next few days; my doctor gave me medicine that basically knocked me out and it took weeks to fully recover. Friends who saw me after said I looked grey (cute). It’s funny now, but it really wasn’t then. Moral of the story: always, always get the insurance.

Most of my NZ trip I was lucky enough to share with one of my best friends, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Traveling with someone you know so well makes you braver, you take more risks, laugh harder, and have someone to hype you up when your confidence dips. You share inside jokes, late-night chats, and experiences you’ll remember forever.

But there were also parts I did solo. And for someone more introverted, it was terrifying. The first night alone felt like the longest night ever. But looking back now, I’m so proud of myself for pushing through. It wasn’t always perfect, some days I felt lonelier than I expected, but I learned that I could rely on myself more than I thought. And as cheesy as it sounds, there’s a kind of confidence you only get by being completely on your own.

Even though my time in New Zealand didn’t end the way I hoped (thanks to getting sick and having to come home early), it still changed me. The people I met were kind and generous, honestly, maybe even friendlier than Canadians. The lifestyle felt calm and happy in a way I’d never quite seen before, and the views… nothing beats them. New Zealand really is magic.

If you ever get the chance to do a working holiday visa, go. Make a pros and cons list, see if it feels right, and don’t let the fear of “what if” stop you. My first visa adventure might not have ended perfectly, but it won’t be my last. And I already know I’ll be back to New Zealand someday to finish what I started, and to see the South Island, which is still on my list.

For now, I’ll leave it here: travel isn’t always perfect, but it’s always worth it. And sometimes, the hardest chapters become the ones you’re proudest of later. More travel stories still to come… stay tuned.

June 22, 2025June 20, 2025

New Zealand: Part Two

After falling in love with Auckland, Hobbiton, and Rotorua, it was time to explore more of New Zealand’s North Island. From lakeside views to late-night chats in hostels, here’s a look at the next chapter of my trip:

Taupo

Taupo was such a refreshing stop. I stayed at Based by the Lake:a great hostel with an unbeatable location, very walkable and close to the main street. The rooms were comfortable, clean, and best of all, the bathrooms were ensuite. (If you’ve backpacked, you know what a luxury that is!)

One of the highlights was seeing the famous Hole-in-One Challenge on the lake, it looks very challenging, but so fun. For food, I need to shout out Pauly’s Diner. Hands down the best burger I’ve ever had. No exaggeration. If you’re into milkshakes, the strawberry is also a must try!

Another fun stop? The McDonald’s that’s inside a real airplane, super quirky and cool. Taupo also had plenty of great swim spots to relax and cool down.

Napier

Next up was Napier, which felt like stepping into a different world. The art deco buildings and seaside vibe were a dream. I visited the National Aquarium of New Zealand, which was so fun and beautifully done. Overall, Napier had such a cool aesthetic and energy, it felt creative and peaceful all at once.

Hastings

In Hastings, I had a totally different kind of experience, fruit picking! I worked picking kiwis and grapes while staying at Eco Lodge Pakowhai. The hostel had a really welcoming atmosphere with amazing people. But heads up: I’d definitely recommend having a car if you stay here. Public transportation isn’t great, and a car gives you more freedom.

Wellington

Wellington was my final stop before heading back up to Auckland, and I loved it. The waterfront is gorgeous, and there’s no shortage of cute cafes, shops, and places to explore. The vibes were just great, definitely one of my favourite cities.

Some highlights:

Wētā Workshop: A must-see for movie buffs. So cool to see behind the scenes of some of the biggest films made in NZ.
City Gallery Wellington: I’m always up for a bit of art and culture.
Wellington Zoo: Such a fun afternoon, its on a very steep hill beware lol…

I also got tattooed by a local artist here, a perfect souvenir that will last forever. Shout out to @snake_eyes.tt at Cuba Street Tattoo.

The Northern Explorer Train

Taking the Northern Explorer train from Wellington to Auckland was one of the most scenic journeys I’ve ever been on. It’s long but worth it, rolling hills, mountains, tiny towns, and wide open landscapes made the whole ride feel like a film. It is defiantly a once in a lifetime experience and I can’t recommend it enough.

Travelling with a Friend

Most of my New Zealand trip was done with one of my best friends, and I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. Traveling with someone you trust brings such a sense of comfort. It felt like a safety net, someone to split snacks with, laugh with, and hype you up before every adventure. We made so many amazing memories together and that shared experience only brought us closer. I felt braver, more open to trying new things, and just genuinely happier with someone by my side.

Travelling Solo

But there were solo moments too. And as an introvert, they pushed me in the best ways. I won’t lie, I was scared. Like, really scared. But solo travel teaches you things nothing else can. You learn to trust yourself. You make your own decisions. You discover who you are when no one else is around.

There were moments of loneliness, sure. But also moments of real clarity and joy. I explored new cities, met new people, and had experiences that are now some of my proudest memories. If you’re thinking of doing a solo trip, even just a short one, do it. You’ll come back stronger.

A Love Letter to New Zealand

While my time in NZ didn’t end the way I planned (I got really sick, more on that in Part 3), it remains one of the most beautiful, soul-refreshing experiences of my life. The people are kind (maybe even kinder than Canadians, yep, I said it), the views are unmatched, and the lifestyle is so peaceful and grounded.

I’ll definitely be back to explore the South Island and revisit some of my favourite North Island spots. New Zealand has left a mark on me I’ll never forget, and there’s so much more to come.

Stay tuned for Part 3!

June 16, 2025

From Boarding Passes to Blog Posts: Thank You, Dad

When I think about where my love for travel and adventure began, I don’t just think about airports and guidebooks, I think about my dad.

Growing up, we were lucky enough to do a lot of family traveling. From the turquoise waters of Turks and Caicos to the vibrant culture of Jamaica, the quiet beauty of Samana to the sun-soaked beaches of Barbados and Punta Cana, our family adventures gave me some of the most unforgettable memories. Whether we were sailing along the coast, feeding iguanas on a remote island, or snorkelling through coral reefs, travel was always more than a vacation, it was an experience. And my dad was at the heart of it.

When I was little, I used to chase him through the airport because he always walked so fast. He’d be three terminals ahead with the passports and boarding passes while I was half-running behind him with my backpack bouncing. It was chaos in the best way, and I wouldn’t trade those moments for anything.

One of my favourite shared adventures was getting my scuba certification with him. It was exciting and a little intimidating, but knowing he was beside me; calm, capable, and cheering me on, made it all feel possible. That’s kind of the theme with him. He’s always been my anchor.

Now, as an adult navigating the world on my own, that support hasn’t changed. Like when I got really sick alone in New Zealand, he was just a call away. Even from halfway across the globe, he knew exactly what to say to calm me down, help me figure things out, and make me feel like everything was going to be okay. (He even helped me sort out a situation when an ATM in Nice swallowed my money. Time zones and all – he’s always there.)

He’s also one of my biggest cheerleaders when it comes to following my dreams. From encouraging me to keep traveling and chasing what lights me up, to fully supporting my blog and everything I’m building with it, his belief in me has never wavered. He reminds me that it’s okay to take the road less traveled and that doing what you love is always worth it.

Beyond travel, he’s also a big reason I love writing. As an author himself, he showed me early on the power of storytelling, how words can connect people, explore new worlds, and leave something lasting behind. So much of this blog, and my passion for sharing experiences through words, comes from the inspiration he gave me.

He’s the person I call when I need advice, a little reality check, or just a moment of calm in the chaos. From helping me weigh big decisions to giving me that reassuring “you’ve got this” when I need it most, his support is the kind that sticks with you, even from across an ocean.

After spending Father’s Day with the man himself, I just want to say thank you. For encouraging adventure. For being my sounding board, my travel buddy, and the person I trust most when I need a little clarity. Whether we’re diving beneath the surface of the ocean or navigating life’s trickier currents, I’m grateful to have you by my side.

June 8, 2025June 7, 2025

New Zealand: Part One

My first few weeks in New Zealand were nothing short of magical. From the vibrant city vibes of Auckland to the geothermal wonderland of Rotorua, this trip was filled with unforgettable moments, unexpected surprises, and some serious “pinch me” experiences. Here’s a look at the highlights from my time exploring the North Island:

Auckland

Auckland surprised me in the best way. It has this perfect mix of big-city energy and laid-back coastal charm. I stayed at Lylo Hostel for a few days, and I honestly can’t recommend it enough. The vibe was fresh and modern, everything was super clean, and the staff were so friendly and helpful. It felt like the perfect spot to start an adventure, especially if you’re traveling solo or hoping to meet people on the road.

The Viaduct was one of my favourite areas to wander. It’s packed with lively bars, great restaurants, and a gorgeous waterfront view. It’s the kind of place where you can spend an entire evening just eating, chatting, and people-watching.

One of the most unique things I did in Auckland was visit Drury Hills Winery, which specializes in fruit wine. It was such a fun and different tasting experience, I’d never tried anything like it before. The atmosphere was lovely and so were the owners, I left with a few bottles (because obviously).

For beach days, Maraetai Beach was a dream. The water was crystal clear, and it was quiet enough to feel like a hidden gem. I could’ve spent hours there, just reading, listening to music, and soaking in the view.

And if you’re a market girl like me, weekends in Auckland are heaven. I visited a few, but the Clevedon Village Farmers Market was definitely my favourite; think small-town charm, fresh local produce, amazing handmade goods, and food stalls that had me going back for seconds. (The Karaka Market was also super cute!)

A completely random but iconic highlight? I got to see Harry Styles live in Auckland! The energy, the crowd, the outfits, it was everything. Seeing him in New Zealand made it feel even more special, like this little unexpected crossover moment.

Also… shoutout to my tattoo artists in Auckland and Wellington: @keithlintattoo and @snake_eyes.tt. If you’re thinking of getting inked while you’re there, these two are insanely talented and so lovely to work with. Tattoos are such a perfect souvenir, if you’re into that.

Hobbiton

This one deserves its own paragraph because… bucket list moment unlocked. As a longtime fan of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, visiting Hobbiton was a literal dream come true. Every inch of the set is ridiculously detailed and well-preserved, you really do feel like you’ve stepped right into Middle-earth.

We toured the iconic Hobbit holes, strolled through the gardens, and ended the visit at the Green Dragon Inn, which proudly holds the title of the busiest pub in all of New Zealand. (And yes, I had a pint of cider and yes, it was amazing.)

Fun fact I learned: they brought in a special breed of sheep just for the movies to make everything look extra magical. That’s the kind of detail that makes this place feel truly special. If you’re thinking of going, I highly recommend renting a car or booking transportation ahead of time, it’s a bit off the beaten path but absolutely worth it.

Rotorua

Next up: Rotorua, aka the land of steam, mud pools, and hot springs. It smells like sulfur but looks like a dream. I stayed at Rock Solid Backpackers and had such a great experience, clean rooms, central location, and the kind of travellers you actually want to chat with in the common areas.

One of the most relaxing and memorable experiences during my time in Rotorua was visiting the Polynesian Spa. I opted for the private hot pools and it was absolutely incredible; peaceful, calming, and the perfect way to unwind after a few busy travel days. Whether you’re traveling solo, with friends, I’d highly recommend carving out time for a spa day while you’re in Rotorua. It’s the ultimate treat-yourself moment and truly a must-do in the area.

One of the more unexpected things I did? I pet a lion cub at Paradise Valley Springs. Wild, right? It was one of those surreal travel moments that sticks with you forever.

Then there was the Skyline Luge, which I can only describe as Mario Kart come to life. You hop into a tiny cart and speed down a mountain track with curves, views, and a whole lot of adrenaline. It was chaotic, slightly terrifying, and so much fun.

To top it off, I happened to be in town during a Red Bull event, which added this extra buzz to Skyline. Live bike races, cool installations, and a crowd that brought the energy, it felt like the perfect end to my adrenaline moment in Rotorua.

This is just the beginning of my New Zealand story, but it already feels like one of the most unforgettable chapters of my life. I’ve barely scratched the surface, and I can’t wait to share more from the North Island and beyond in Part 2. Stay tuned!

June 1, 2025May 31, 2025

London Pt. 2: Where I Stayed & What I Learned

After a few trips to London, one thing’s clear: where you stay really matters. Your accommodation shapes your trip, the vibe, the pace, and even your day-to-day mood. On this visit, I split my time between two very different parts of the city: right in the thick of it at Zedwell Hotel in Piccadilly Circus, and later in the picture-perfect charm of Notting Hill at a gorgeous Airbnb. Spoiler alert: one was chaotic, one was dreamy.

Let’s start with Zedwell. It’s kind of a budget-friendly option, but still modern and sleek in its branding. My mom and I were genuinely excited to stay there, I’d heard about it online and were curious to see if it lived up to the hype. The lobby had been nicely redone and felt very polished. We stayed in a Cocoon 2 room, which looked fine at first, minimalist and clean.

What we didn’t expect: no windows.

The first night I kept thinking it would be fine. We’d only be sleeping and getting ready there anyway. But by the second night, we started questioning the air quality, we were waking up with extremely dry noses and throats, and even had some minor nosebleeds. By the third morning, I had developed a cold, we were both feeling claustrophobic, and the lack of fresh air was becoming too much.

We decided to find a new place to stay for the rest of the trip, even knowing Zedwell doesn’t refund early checkouts. I had booked through Expedia, so I’m hoping to resolve something through them.

Before we left, we checked the room’s vents out of curiosity, and discovered mold in one of the main vents. This was extra alarming given that the hotel promotes high-quality filtered air as part of its wellness concept. We also noticed mold in the shower, which we documented with photos.

When we checked out, the front desk staff were kind and helpful. The woman working even offered to change our room. But considering the ventilation system is connected throughout the hotel, we didn’t feel confident that moving rooms would solve the problem.

In theory, Zedwell has potential. But in practice, it’s not somewhere I’d recommend for longer than a night or two, especially if you’re sensitive to air quality or prone to feeling claustrophobic.

And now for the complete opposite experience: staying in Notting Hill.

I honestly can’t say enough good things about this area, it’s easily one of my favourite spots in London. The streets are quiet, colourful, and full of character. There’s such a peaceful energy to Notting Hill that makes you feel like you’re in a little village within the city. Every time I go, I fall in love with it all over again.

This time, I stayed in this Airbnb, and it was perfect. A high-ceilinged studio with elegant design touches, a super comfy bed, and all the amenities you could need. It’s tucked away on a quiet street but still within walking distance of cafes, markets, shops, and the tube.

Check-in was smooth, and the host was helpful and friendly. It was ideal for two people, cozy but not cramped, beautifully clean, and filled with natural light. Communication was easy, and everything was exactly as described. 10/10 would recommend.

If you’re planning a trip to London and want something a little more relaxed while still being well-connected to the rest of the city, stay in Notting Hill. The atmosphere is unbeatable, stylish, friendly, and so full of charm. It’s the kind of place you’ll want to come back to again and again.

My final thoughts. London is a city of contrasts, and your accommodation can really set the tone. If you want fast-paced and central, Piccadilly offers that, but be cautious about where you stay. If you’re after something quieter, more atmospheric, and just nicer to come home to after a long day out, Notting Hill is the spot.

Lesson learned: book ahead, trust your gut, and don’t underestimate how much a good (or bad) hotel can shape your trip.

Airbnb Link: https://www.airbnb.ca/rooms/1009294671394074081?guests=1&adults=1&s=67&unique_share_id=c9450a15-3aac-43ae-bdbf-d3e1f5e2da41

May 25, 2025May 24, 2025

Third Time’s a Charm: London

London will always be one of my favourite cities, and this trip was full of all the charm, chaos, and cozy corners I’ve come to love. Getting there was a journey in itself, literally. I took the Eurostar from Paris to London, which is hands down one of the best ways to travel between the two cities. It’s smooth, fast, and surprisingly peaceful. That said, book your tickets in advance, especially around holidays and school breaks. I usually do, but this time things didn’t go to plan and getting a seat was a bit of a scramble. Still, I’d recommend it over flying every time.

Now let’s talk about where I stayed… Zedwell Piccadilly Hotel. Oh boy. This was one of those travel horror stories you laugh about later. It was loud, dark, and not exactly the restful retreat I’d envisioned, ended up moving to an Airbnb. Safe to say, I won’t be booking there again, but hey travel memories, right?

My trip started with a bang: accidentally stumbled across the movie premiere of “Sinners” right in the heart of Piccadilly Circus. Red carpet, paparazzi, crowds, total madness in the best way. It’s one of those unexpected city moments that makes you feel like you’re in a movie yourself.

As always, I relied on the Tube to get around, and I honestly love it. It’s easy to use, super efficient, and so well-organized. You can get pretty much anywhere, and every time I use it I’m reminded how trash Toronto’s subway system is in comparison.

One of my favourite stops was Borough Market. I can never resist it. The vibe is always buzzing, and you can grab a drink and explore stall after stall of delicious food, handmade goods, and unique finds. I always visit Blackwoods Cheese for their Graceburn, it’s the best cheese I’ve ever had. 13 Acre Orchard’s apple cider is a must, and I picked up a few beautiful pieces from Richard Bramble, his artwork on trays, cards, and cups always catches my eye. I also had an amazing meal at La Tua Pasta. Big portions, delicious options, and always a safe bet.

Notting Hill is another neighbourhood I never skip. There’s something special about it, colourful homes, charming streets, and that classic London vibe. I was lucky enough to visit during wisteria season, and it was so dreamy. Portobello Road Market is a whole adventure. Whether you’re looking for a vintage piece, a “Notting Hill” tote, or just something completely unexpected, you’ll find it. This time, I loved Pepper Tree Vintage and Apple Tree Boutique. Definitely worth checking out.

Hyde Park is always on my list. It’s perfect for relaxing, playing games, or just walking around and enjoying the city. One afternoon, I sat and watched the paddle boats and soaked in the spring sunshine. A perfect London day.

I also stopped by Kensington Palace. If you’re into the royals (or just Bridgerton), the tour is beautiful and full of history. Right next door is The Orangery, which is such a unique place for high tea. The setting is stunning and the whole experience feels like a little slice of royalty. Book in advance, it’s worth doing at least once.

Camden Market was another highlight. It’s a mix of everything; art, rings, leather goods, food, and random treasures. On this trip, I finally picked up my very first Paddington Bear. It took three visits to London, but I found the perfect one, and I’m obsessed.

As for food, I had some standout meals. Pizza Pilgrims never misses, 10/10. La Tua Pasta, as I mentioned, is always solid with big portions. Yori Banjum surprised me with delicious Korean food and great prices. I stopped by Blank Street Coffee, which was good, though a bit overhyped. STACKT Market had lots of great food options, though it was super busy. For a cozy pub meal, Gloucester Arms served up amazing fish and chips, and not in ridiculous portions. Cheeky Scone was another winner, really cute space, amazing scones, and a great place to sit if you can snag a table.

London always delivers. There’s something about the mix of tradition and trend, quiet parks and bustling markets, that makes it feel endlessly exciting. I’m already dreaming about my next visit. More about London coming soon.

Graceburn Cheese by Blackwoods Cheese Co. – my all-time favourite. (@blackwoodscheeseco)
13 Acre Orchard – their apple cider is to die for. (@13acreorchard)
Richard Bramble – beautiful artwork on cards, tote bags, plates, and more. Always worth a stop. (@richardbramble)
La Tua Pasta – a go-to for fresh, delicious food. (@latuapasta)

Portobello Road Market – the perfect place for vintage finds or a classic Notting Hill tote.
Pepper Tree Vintage (@peppertreelondon) and Apple Tree Boutique (@appletree.boutique) – my two faves this time around. I found some seriously unique pieces.

Pizza Pilgrims – 10/10, always a favourite.
La Tua Pasta – great variety, big portions.
Yori Banjum – great food, generous servings, and budget-friendly.
Blank Street Coffee – good, but a bit overhyped.
STACKT Market – busy but full of tasty options.
Gloucester Arms – great fish & chips, not too massive.
Cheeky Scone – seriously so good. A hot spot for a reason. If you can get a table, sit down and enjoy – it’s beautifully decorated with perfect vibes.