Little slice of bri
Travel and writing and everything inbetween
My Favorite Trip of 2017
2017 was the year of travel for me. Back in January I was in Ireland for three weeks with my friend Catherine (as well as Amsterdam for a day or two). In April, I went to Vancouver, Canada for my birthday. In August, I was in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico with family and then in December I visited Ireland, Switzerland, and Italy with my friend Sheila. Out of it all, What was my favorite place?
Easy.
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
It’s not Christmas unless there is a Christmas tree in my home. I also happen to be one of those people that can’t wait for Thanksgiving to be over so it’s “acceptable” for my tree to be out. There’s just something about a decorated spruce/fir tree that gets me in the Holiday spirit.
The Trevi Fountain Was Wrong
Throw one coin in the Trevi fountain and you’ll come back to Rome. Throw two and you’re ensured a new romance. Throw three and you’ll get married.
I’ve thrown zero coins into the Trevi Fountain, but so far, I’ve won.
Two trips to Paris
A wonderful post that almost makes me change my mind about Paris, almost.
This post was inspired by a recent post by my blogger friend Bri, in her own words, ‘a 22 year old with an intense need to see the world.’ Read all about her adventures at A Little Slice of Bri. Cool name, right?! But wait a sec, and this might sound a bit strange to many, but Bri hates Paris!
What? How could someone hate Paris, right? But when I read Bri’s post about why she hates Paris, I started reflecting upon my own visits to Paris on two separate occasions. I was quite close to having a disastrous first trip myself & might have completely agreed with her if I hadn’t been saved by one more day on my first visit, and with the second trip this year, a very happy one at that 🙂
The first time I arrived in Paris was the day…
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Travel Rituals
Everyone has those activities–or meals or pit-stops–they have to do every time they go on a trip. For me, those rituals are quite small, and to some may seem outlandish, but everybody’s got their ticks.
