Last year I spent a total of two months travelling in Morocco, most of which I spent solo. While planning my first six-week trip, I read a lot of articles and blog posts written by women who had travelled Morocco solo. If you’ve done even a bit of research on the topic, you can imagine…
So You Want to Work in France? If you want to work in France and you’re between the ages of 18 and 35, you’re in luck! The France working holiday visa is easy as pie to get. Why should you listen to me? Well, it appears that I have come to be known as the ‘youth…
“This is the most famous viewpoint in all of Morocco,” said Omar, our Marrakshi guide for the day. “It is called Tizi n’Tichka pass and what you are looking at are the Atlas Mountains.” It had taken nearly two hours of driving along some of the scariest and most nausea-inducing roads in Morocco to get…
Yes, the ever-elusive ‘how to make friends in London’ situation. It’s funny when you think about it: it’s one of the few things we actually get worse at as we get older. Since university I’ve watched my circle of friends dwindle1 with no signs of it abating. So, when I started writing this post, my first thought…
Home It’s an elusive term, isn’t it? It’s why we have so many aphorisms about it: “Home is where the heart is.” “A man [sic] travels to figure out what he’s looking for and returns home to find it.” “Home is where I can look and feel ugly and enjoy it.” Okay, maybe not…
Last year was my first full year on Instagram – yes, I know. I was a bit #latetotheparty. In fact, I was quite dedicated to my Blackberry and completely dumbfounded that they didn’t have Instagram for Blackberry! Eventually I decided to upgrade and once I got used to not having a physical keyboard, it was…
For your next trip to the UK, you should stay away from the crowds in London and the hipsters in Brighton. It’s time to forge your own path. This collection of some of my favourite under-the-radar destinations in the UK should help spark your imagination. Newcastle-upon-Tyne, England To most, Newcastle is a student town and…
The decision to move has been made. The flight has been taken. The honeymoon period of being in the same room with your boo has worn off. Then BAM! Reality kicks you in the ovaries. Some people call it culture shock; I call it the What Moment. It’s that moment when you realize the gravity of…
I’m nearing the end of my first term of graduate studies! In honour of the new discipline (anthropology), I’ve been conducting my own research on graduate student life. I’m using the most robust of methods: participant observation. It seems to me that grad life is hard. The graduate student recipe looks something like this: Take…
(Goodness I’m melodramatic!) Things are slow here on the blog, but it certainly hasn’t felt that way for me on the ground. I got back to Canada at the end of August and started my MA program just over a week later. I barely had time to reconnect with friends, many of whom I haven’t…
