Croatia | Morocco | Portugal

Here I Go Again On My Own

Here I Go Again On My Own

 One day, in the wake of a major life adjustment, I won a pot money at my moms group and rather than spend it on yet another small kitchen appliance, I bought a ticket to Tuscany. What seemed like a rather impulsive moment at the time turned into what would now be my...

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The Pearl of the Adriatic

The Pearl of the Adriatic

After a day of travelling and feeling like a dirty wrung out towel, I finally made it. One lay over in Munich and within a mere hour and a half, I was soaring over the Adriatic Sea. My feet hadn’t yet hit the ground and I was already enamoured with Dubrovnik. Known as...

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Delightfully Vulnerable and Resilient

Delightfully Vulnerable and Resilient

“Delightfully vulnerable and resilient”…she says. Well today I most certainly put that to the test. I spontaneously bought a bus ticket to Bosnia- departure time 730am. I was up early, I didn’t really sleep due to the jet lag. So with a veil of sleep deprived...

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The First Kiss

The First Kiss

The warm Croatian wind blew in through the wooden shutters of my room to cue me of the suns ascent. It was time to start my day. I found a cafe and contemplated the day ahead over some stewed tomatoes, mushrooms, runny eggs and a large tear drop smear of delicate...

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Wild Child of the Sea

Wild Child of the Sea

I found my way to the waters edge once again. The sea couldn’t be free of me even if it wanted.   By afternoon my salty matted hair was shooting out sideways in rope like strands. A wild child of the sea... just how I like it. I pouted with feet dragging all the way...

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Happy Out There With Salt in my Hair

Happy Out There With Salt in my Hair

It was time to say goodbye to Dubrovnk. My bruised and battered albatross resisted my pulls across the uneven stone walkways silently pleading to a passerby who, with a mere nod, threw it on his pulley and led us through the gates of old town. Bound for Korcula-birth...

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Ivan the Great-Tales from Lumbarda

Ivan the Great-Tales from Lumbarda

I’d like to think I’ve learned a little about food over the years. Wine, on the other hand-not so much. Most wine tasting experiences for me have been more wine drinking (under the guise of tasting) and it seems the more I learn..the more ignorant I feel that I am on...

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The Battle of Peka

The Battle of Peka

I woke the morning after my visit to the local wineries still full from the night before, committing only to fresh juice for breakfast. This plan was quickly sabotaged by a piece of burek (turkish phyllo stuffed with cheese and spinach) that slyly seduced me from the...

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I Bless the Rains Down in Africa

I Bless the Rains Down in Africa

I will be perfectly frank. I’ve been apprehensive about this part of my trip. Of all the  countries I have traveled solo, the idea of exploring Morroco, northern Africa, on my own worried me a little. Why did I choose Morocco then? Well... it has been at the top of my...

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Once Bitten Twice Shy-musings from Morocco

Once Bitten Twice Shy-musings from Morocco

I woke this morning and contemplated the day ahead over some melon and strong coffee on the high terrace. Nick, the owner, sat and briefed me a little on Marrakech..easing my worry about exploring on my own. And so far he has been right.  I would try this on my own! I...

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A Magic Carpet Ride-Desert Bound

A Magic Carpet Ride-Desert Bound

I boarded the bus at 730 am. Desert bound. Abdul made sure breakfast was ready for me before I left. The staff at Riad Africa go above and beyond-warm, personable, a sense of being home. We made pick-ups along the way. In the end, we were a mishmash of diverse...

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Over the Hills and Far Away

Over the Hills and Far Away

We returned from the desert to Marrakech early evening-one last night as I was headed for the hills the next morning. It turns out Nina was staying in the same corridor as me so we made plans to meet for dinner. I showered and washed away the sand that seemed to find...

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Rock the Kasbah

Rock the Kasbah

I woke before dawn spread its light over Kasbah Africa..I was eager. Today I would dip my hands in the cauldron of moroccan gastronomy.  I laid in bed like christmas morning waiting for the clock to give me permission to leap into the day. Finally it did. Mohamed was...

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Fado-and other celebrated tragedies

Fado-and other celebrated tragedies

As the plane neared it’s landing in Lisbon, it occurred to me that I had spent so much time planning out Morocco and Croatia before I left, I hadn’t even considered really what I wanted to get from my time in Portugal. I had forgotten what I had even booked in terms...

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Colour Me Lisbon

Colour Me Lisbon

I was up early for a sunrise rendezvous with magificant Lisbon. My new fellow canadian friend, Maddy, and I made plans to find the beaches. We took the ferry from Cais do sodre port  to cacilhas; then an hours bus ride to costa da caparica on the almada coast. The...

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No Time to Lose

No Time to Lose

I’ve been a wanderer these past couple of days. Without any clear agenda for my time in Portugal, I am quite literally taking it minute by minute. I walked to the breakwater with music in my ears creating a soundtrack that will inevitably remind me of this colourful...

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The Road Trip

The Road Trip

I find there is no better way to experience a new culture, place and even food than through the lens and guidance of a local. I receive a message from my fado friend in the early morning-“I’m heading to the beach do you want come?”- “yes”-I am ready in minutes-no time...

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The Last Supper

The Last Supper

Last night, I attended a secret dinner party. The last supper.  As it turns out, the apartment was two doors down from my room. The foodie gods always take good care of me. It was held in Andre’s (the host) beautifully and artistically decorated flat.The other guests...

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