Berlin: Reichstag Building VS Berliner Dom

“Whoa! Look at that glow! I’ve never seen it like this before!” I chatter, bouncing in place as the red signal glares across the street. Shadows are beginning to form at the bottom of the Berliner Dom.

“C’mon, c’mon.”

Green flashes and J laughs as I sprint across the stripes. Snap. Snap. Snap.

“I’m going to the top! I want to see the city lit by the sunset!”

Huffing up the steps while begging my legs to carry me to the top in time I dash onto the first layer of the viewing deck. Where’s the exit? Where? Where? Where? There! With a twist of the final doorknob I stumble into the sky.

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German Christmas

I once caught a tree thiiisssss big. It had the most vibrant needle dress, a dashing set of crowning branches and the cutest little stature I’d ever seen. It was positively adorable dressed in all its Christmas balls and bells… Say, why do we decorate evergreens anyway? Continue reading “German Christmas”

Why Dover Castle Is Cooler Than Other Castles

Wow. Were medieval rooms really this… colourful? I tipped my head quizzically, as though I thought a new angle would correct what spread before me. Vibrant red, blue and gold encircled the room. It hung from the walls, sprawled across the floor and extended toward me on islands of furniture.

“Colour was expensive. Only the homes of nobles and royalty would have been adorned in these rich colours,” my partner, J, said over my shoulder.

And yet, right then, vibrancy floated freely around the room on the backs of the modern visitors to this medieval scene.

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Travel Or Help Someone Travel?

On Friday, as I quickly scrolled down my Facebook wall—ducking and dodging through the yips of automatic videos starting up—I began to pick up on a pooled topic of discussion.

“In honour of sibling day… Happy sibling day! I love my siblings…” whispered my Internet friends from the ether.

And so, for fear of drowning in anti-social practices, I figured I’d jump on the boat and write my own Sibling Day tribute in a post about the value of inviting a relative to your new/old homeland! Are you bored with your surroundings? Invite someone with fresh eyes to spend their holiday with you! It’s amazing how they put the glitter back into the kingdom.

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World Cup: Newbie Football Fans Are Hilarious

Now that I’ve arrived in Britain, the land of rambunctious football fans and tiny little pubs, I’ve found myself drawn into watching the World Cup and drinking a ton of my former taste enemy—beer (well I did managed to skirt off into cider, which is still socially acceptable in my opinion). As a traveller originating from the “Land of Hockey” I understand the hubbub but I never really dove into watching sports. Playing is fun. Watching is boring. That was my mantra.

Then I moved into a house of Germans and an Italian. Suddenly I’d edged toward the living room whenever I heard the cheers, announcements and whistles of a German match!

So, as a new fan of football just in time for the finale of the World Cup I thought I’d share some funny personal observations.

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Koh Lanta, Krabi, Thailand

Wiggling my shoulders further down the hammock, my feet creeping up the other side to compensate for the shift, my back pushed into the pillows. The netting snuggled close on my arms, enclosing me but allowing the soft ocean breeze to caress my body through the net. With each soft push the hammock gently swung back and forth.

The sun relentlessly bore down on my surroundings, thankfully deflected by the roof over my hammock. I’d already embraced the sun a bit too much in the earliest day of the trip. For now I was content with my book resting on my stomach, my thumb poised to turn the page.

The trip to Otres Beach in Cambodia had reintroduced me to books and their teleportation abilities were just as mesmerizing at this beach. I gleefully dusted off the key to my imagination and lost myself in the halls of my mind. I’d remain lost each day until the mosques called their followers to prayer and the sun was preparing to dive into the ocean. Continue reading “Koh Lanta, Krabi, Thailand”