Copenhagen Harbor // FLASHBACK FRIDAY
Copenhagen under-promised and over-delivered, as it ended up the unexpected highlight of my 2010 Europe trip. I loved it so much that I actually went back a second time that same trip!
Copenhagen under-promised and over-delivered, as it ended up the unexpected highlight of my 2010 Europe trip. I loved it so much that I actually went back a second time that same trip!
I’ve been badgering my friends for months about going snowshoeing.
This winter in NYC, I’m on a crusade to override my tendency to go into hibernation mode for 4 months.
Rather than share a travel story related to this Flashback Friday photo, I’m going to spit out a few DC-related memories. Because honestly, there isn’t much of a story here: I went to DC, popped over to Arlington National Cemetery for a hot second, was captivated by the symmetry of all the tombstones, and just really enjoy this photo I took there.
Being based in South London during my 2.5 week stay last summer, I had plenty of time to get acquainted with this oft-overlooked neck of the London woods. True, it can be cumbersome to make the long trek into the city from this side of the Thames, but there’s plenty to love in Zones 3 and 4.
I went to the Great Barrier Reef and I didn’t scuba.
I didn’t make the typical backpacker’s pilgrimage up to Cairns to play in the jungle or go skydiving on the coast, nor did I go sailing in the Whitsundays.
I’m 29 years old now. Aside from having to manually change my age on the sidebar of this website and my social media platforms, I don’t feel any older. I’m pretty ok with that!
I made the long trek from Stockholm to the island of Gotland partially as a pilgrimage to one Pippi Longstocking, but mostly because I wanted to cycle through some Swedish countryside.
I had few things on my agenda for the 2.5 weeks I spent in London last summer. Fresh off a 5 month backpacking trip around Asia, I wanted to relish some free time without the pressure of having to run around and sightsee every day.
I could have easily and contentedly wiled away my last full day in Montreal last October with more city frolicking, had I not gotten the itch: the undeniable urge to get out, shake things up, and up the excitement gauge in my life.
I moved to New York City at the start of 2008.
Exactly three weeks later, I found myself on a photo adventure in Long Island City, of all places. I don’t think I’d even heard of this Queens neighborhood before coming here – and if I’m being honest, I probably saw it mentioned in one of my cheesy New York books, such as “1000 Cheap or Free Things To Do In NYC”.