Glasgow and Edinburgh

I was still sick the morning my flight left Dublin for Glasgow. I distinctively remember trying to force myself to finish a small jar of almond butter on the bus ride to the airport. Each spoon I forced in, I was calculating roughly how many euro cents worth were left in the jar. I eventually…

Holyhead and Dublin

The morning before I left Betws-y-Coed, I took one last walk through the green space close to the tourist office. There I met a gal from Poland with a huge backpack who was embarked on a solo backpacking trip that was much more “ballsy” than mine. She had arrived in the city the same evening…

Solo Backpacking Trip

I’ve been itching to travel lately, but it’s not a good time now: we have a newborn and there’s cold weather all over Europe. We’re trying to hold out till spring at least, so we can go somewhere new and enjoy picnics and zoos and playgrounds. In the meantime, I’ve been reminiscing about those days…