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A Slightly Delusional Return to Portugal, and How Quickly Things Fell Apart
While travelling over the last five-months I have tried to approach things as if there are no wrong decisions. Instead, I just make a decision, and make it the best possible choice by pouring everything I have into it. That mindset was tested when I returned to Portugal. Life Between Departures After originally leaving Portugal in March, I made my way into Spain, starting in Sevilla before continuing down to Málaga, where I met up with my mom. From there, we travelled together to Tarifa, so that we could catch the ferry across to Morocco. The ferry brought us to Tangier, where Europe slowly gave way to North Africa in…
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During this trip, I’ve been searching for a new place to call home. But the more places I discover, the more confused I become about what “home” really means to me. The Easy Part is Leaving Everywhere I’ve lived, I’ve been okay saying goodbye. It was easy to leave Vancouver Island. I was ready to move on from Kamloops. And deep down, I always knew Gatineau wasn’t where I would stay long term. So what does home really feel like? Is it material? A space you love because you worked hard to own it? Or is it emotional? A sense of comfort and safety? Is it where your best memories…
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My New Zealand Roady: Not a Single (Literal) Mountain Was Climbed
Six-weeks into my trip I was sitting at a hostel telling another traveler that I was about to wrap up my time on the North Island and head South. When he asked me what hikes I had done, I told him none. You could physically see him recalculating my credibility as a traveler. But for me, it isn’t that kind of trip. I gave myself three goals. By the end of my six-months abroad I would like to: Now, nearly twelve-weeks in, I can confidently say that I am on track for all of them. How to Start a Trip With Mild Risk When I landed in New Zealand I…
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Riley Madaire: When the Breakdown Is Just the Beginning
Are you the type of person who strikes up a conversation with the traveler sitting next to you on a plane? Well, I’m sure you can already guess that I most definitely am. Making Friends at 30,000 Feet When I was flying to Australia for my first solo overseas adventure, I sat in the aisle, and was beyond grateful when the plane closed its doors and no one was sitting in the middle seat. And even beyond that, I was thankful that the person sitting at the window was a girl around my age. Obviously, I started talking to her, and learned that she was a twenty-three-year-old from Calgary, Alberta,…
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Choosing a Life of Oceans over Offspring: Travel over Tradition
I have always jokingly called myself the family disappointment. Not because I genuinely feel like one. But because I have never been the type of gal to follow the ‘normal’ societal path that is drilled into us as littles. So, moving through life, I have consistently shrugged off my interesting choices as keeping the title of the family disappointment alive. From getting a neck tattoo at 18 to wanting to abandon a life of routine for a life of travel are examples of what would fall under this self-appointed title. But in all seriousness, my family supports and even encourages my unique desires. And I know that my mother loves…
A solo journey through chaos, clarity, and cabernet.
