One of my goals for the year is to explore more of England. Although I’ve lived here for some time now, I’ve found I’ve been quicker to buy a plane ticket out of its borders than a 2-hour train ticket to a neighbouring city or…
Fun. Life-changing. A dream come true. There are many words I ways I have described the trips I’ve been on in the past. Spontaneous has never been one of them.As a wheelchair user, things tend to go wrong even with the most attentive advance planning. A…
Nothing says ‘holiday mode: ON’ like an impromptu getaway within an already special getaway. My return to Italy was already one of a kind before Venice was anywhere listed on the itinerary. Filling my days were pretty views, good food, memorable nights out and precious…
Travel has never been a spontaneous thing for me. For the most part, it’s mainly because I believed it couldn’t be. Maybe, I was right to think that, but perhaps in some ways, I wasn’t and just wanted everything to be as straightforward as possible….
Buongiorno my lovelies! I’m writing to you from a very sunny Italy… It’s been exactly a week since we departed from Manchester, I wrote ‘On The Plane To Italy‘, and now I’m indulging in all things I’ve missed in the past two years. It’s obvious…
One month and a half really went by so fast that my trip to London has become a nostalgic dream I drift into during endless conversations with clients and hours that drag out at work. It wasn’t so long ago that I was getting to…
It’s been too long since I put my passport to good use. With time it’s slowly gotten buried deep underneath a pile of other things that have come to be much more useful in the past few years. It will probably see the light of…
It would be impossible to lie. I missed travelling very much. I missed the good kind of anxious feeling that sits on my chest after I purchase a ticket to an unfamiliar place. The planning, the packing, the piles of clothes on the floor one…
At this point our trip was coming to a close. My sister and I had gotten very comfortable at aunt Jo’s house that we could do things around the house without walking on eggshells or feeling like we were visitors. Vermont was sort of a…
Counting aeroplanes in the sky used to be my favourite pastime. It was simple and required little to no physical strain or movement. There was no gimmick, trick or shiny object involved to top the fun up a notch, yet, somehow, I’d do it without…