To the east-ish
So after getting back from Cuba I just couldn’t get enough of travelling. It happens. I decided to book a trip around western Canada. I have been hanging around the west coast, hugging the coast, way too long. So now I can finally say I made it (more) east. East…
Going with it
Playa Larga was put on my Cuba itinerary because I really wanted to do a day of diving. It’s located in the Bay of Pigs, where the US tried to invade Cuba in the 60s. It was a very short stay, but I got my dives in. And just look…
Exploring the valley
Why is it that when you settle down somewhere, you start taking things for granted? Why is it that when you stop moving, you stop completely and fall into a routine? Why do I never explore my own neighborhood? It’s like staying somewhere for too long is the recipe for…
Off the grid
Exciting things are happening. I’ve got a massive bag leaning against the wall, filled with not only my ski gear, but baking stuff, magazines and any other things that I will not bring on my trip. On Monday I’m moving out of my house and into a new adventure. I’m finally…
Reality check
Today I turned 29, one more year till 30, as someone pointed out on a birthday card. I always looked at people in their 30s as grown-ups, people who have their lives sorted. Those people who look full of confidence. I feel like I never got rid of all those…
Welcoming spring
My winter in Whistler hasn’t turned out at all as I expected. It was much, so much better. I got an experience that I couldn’t have dreamed of. I did things I could only dream of and things I feared. Applying for a job as a ski instructor was a…
Travel Theme: Refreshing
If it’s really too hot to dance, make it work! Instead of sweating in one of Budapest’s ruin clubs, I decided to try a Sparty, or a party in the famous Szechenyi bath. As four girls who had no clue what to expect and were somewhat embarrassed to dance in our…
Shaken, not stirred
I am a shaker. No. I am the little balls inside the shaker. An eager toddler picks it up and starts banging it against the furniture. I have no control. I cannot make it stop. The toddler happily bangs on, eager to hear the curious sounds it produces. Once you…
Whistler won’t let go
Whistler, you come and you never leave. That’s what they say. ‘They’ might be right. People fall in love with the place, or just get broke and literally cannot leave. For a while I’ve been thinking of settling somewhere and so I’ve made an important decision. For now I’ve decided…
Crossover, a new adventure
It was crossover week. This meant we could take our kids over to Blackcomb, and their kids would come over to Whistler. I was so excited, because my four year-olds were actually good enough to ski to Blackcomb. It was an adventure we could embark on as a team and I…