I’ve written about how much I love Canada and about how much I miss Canada many times before – it’s my favourite country, and where I my mind wanders to whenever I think of the word “home”. Even though I’ve barely spent a collective year here in the past seven, I’m fiercely patriotic and proud to be from this beautiful and supportive nation. It’s no surprise, then, that occasionally I get homesick, either for Winnipeg or for Toronto. It’s usually on a bus, it’s usually raining, and I’m staring out the window, missing my family or reflecting on the past, present, and future. Oh, and I’m usually (more like always) listening to music.

I’ve said it many times on this blog – a huge part of why I love to travel is because I love to try new food. When it comes to seafood, I’ve eaten my fair share, especially in countries on the water (or by the world’s oldest/deepest lake). Whether it’s conch in Honduras or mussels in Malta, I always find it fun to sample the popular dishes in a country.

Ilha Grande, Brazil I’d replay the evening if I could. It was one of those muggy nights in South America, when the stars hung low and the moon cast its magic across…

A Slightly Awkward Photo of Caroline, Jackie, Julie, Matt, and I  I’ve taken my time writing this post – TBEX was over two weeks ago now, and I’ve already read quite a…

“Wow, what a yummy hamburger!” Or so I thought.  It’s that time again, folks. It’s been nearly a year since I last wrote a post about all the hideous, horrible ailments and…

Osaka, Japan I grew up in a small city in the Canadian prairies, a place known for wheat and hockey. I spent my youth memorizing maps; I was excited when the USSR…