Discovering a Wish Tree

Sometimes, your evening walks have a way of surprising you. Sometimes, residents of your neighbourhood contribute magical and heartwarming pieces of themselves to the public space. Sometimes, you can't help but smile (and maybe tear up a little) at the humanity that is found when you least expect it. As I spent time reading through [...]

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West End Farmers Market

I've always loved spending time at local markets, particularly farmers markets full of fresh and local produce. The markets are always a great opportunity to observe locals in a foreign city, and when visiting a market in my own city it is nice to interact with other members of the community. They help to shape and develop [...]

36 (ish) Hours in LA

The last time I was in Los Angeles, I was a young preteen and my biggest goal for the trip was mouse-spotting at Disneyland and window shopping on Rodeo Drive. At the time, I was under the (false) impression that Beverly Hills was the be all and end all of "LA culture". My adolescent impressions of the city came from my [...]

Meandering through Greenwich

On my recent trip to New York, my mum and I opted to forgo the hustle and bustle of Midtown for the relative peace and quiet of Greenwich Village. Having been to NYC before, I knew from experience that staying in the tourist 'hot-zone' didn't really connect you to the best of the city. I [...]

First impressions of Hanoi

Since arriving in Hanoi, I have been completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. Hanoi is impossibly energetic and there is so much going on that it can be difficult to know where to look. Every time I turn my head I see and observe something new. I have only been here for two days [...]

market day in st albans

When I first arrived in Hatfield, I was truly underwhelmed by the town and its lack of personality. Instead of street markets, there is a shopping mall or a Walmart-like grocery store. Instead of independent coffee shops, there is a Costa. Truly, the town possesses very little that appears to the kind of traveller I [...]

west coast girl meets the blustery east coast

Growing up on the west coast of Canada, I had never seen the east coast. My youthful mind assumed that it was just like my coast - rugged, windswept and wild. Despite what I was told and what I read, I was thoroughly convinced that the Maritimes would be just like home. As it turns [...]