My love letter to Santorini, in five rose-tinted moments. Moment #1: the climb The dark sand clings to my wet torso like iron fillings to a magnet as I scrape the side of the volcanic rock. My next potential handhold disintegrates into powdery specks. It looked decidedly more solid from the water. As each pivot places […]Read more "Five Moments in Santorini"
Everyone knows Greeks are very proud of their flag, with its stripes of azure and white. I never made any connection between the color of the Greek flag and the nation of Greece, until I visited the tiny island of Zakynthos. An island where caves are filled with sparkling azure water. Where majestic white cliffs […]Read more "The White Cliffs of Zakynthos"
So, Albania is awesome. My memory of it is primarily farmland and mountains. With the odd ruin thrown in for good measure. And then suddenly, you hit Gjirokastër. The little town right by the Greek border, where we only really intended to change cars. Quaint but unassuming, you’d never guess the awesomeness it hides. Gjirokastër has […]Read more "Albania’s Hidden Awesome Castle"
My vision of Dubrovnik, Croatia is pretty much the stereotypical paradise. Glorious sunshine beams down onto orange roofs, and the azure sky goes on forever. It’s an endless maze of alleyways and marble steps. With beaches and islands to explore. And the perfect vantage point to observe it all from afar. At least, that’s my memory of Dubrovnik from […]Read more "Storms Above Dubrovnik"
Have you ever rewatched a movie you loved as a kid? It’s usually a mistake. The sets are cardboard; the acting wooden. Your bubble of joyous memories is deflated by the poorly-written, laborious reality. So, by that logic, is it a mistake for a traveller to revisit one of their favourite places? I was afraid to find […]Read more "Cinque Terre:
My Favourite Place"
An opening in the clouds formed the shape of a heart. Through it, a single star became visible. The North Star. “Make a wish”, whispered the spirit guides to our unlikely hero, a gangly lad from the bottom of the earth on the cusp of an age he never dreamed he’d live to be. But […]Read more "Life Lesson #53 – You Can Live a Fairytale in a Weekend"
The Amish have always struck me as somewhat of a fairy tale. The idea that an entire community would choose to freeze themselves in time strikes me as something from Oz, not modern America. The majority of Amish villages are in the lush farmlands of Pennsylvania, and that’s what drew me to visit the keystone state. […]Read more "Welcome to Hotel Pennsylvania"