Amster-DAM!

Having spent three awesome nights in Bruges, Manon and I bought our train tickets and finally made our way to Amsterdam – not a bad way to celebrate my 44th birthday. Unfortunately, Amsterdam would be the final destination on this our third European adventure together.

“It’s Like A F*!@ing Fairy Tale”

My first trip to Bruges was several years ago with Gerarda, Alan, Aidan, and Amanda. We’d traveled there to celebrate Christmas, and to be honest it was one of the best Christmas adventures I’ve ever had. I knew then that Bruges would become a multi-vacation destination. It’s just too damn impressive to simply visit once. 

Surprise Paris Adventure

Prior to arriving in Ireland, Manon and I only had three things sorted. First, we knew that we would be flying into Dublin, second, we knew that we wanted to visit Bruges, and third, we knew that we’d be flying home from Amsterdam. All of the stuff that would happen between those three points in…

Cliff To Cliff

Saturday began with another fantastic Irish breakfast, courtesy of the owner of the Loisderrig House in Glenbeigh. It was also laundry day, and fortunately for us, there was an outdoor laundromat just down the street at the combination gas station and grocery store.

What Lies Below

Standing on the very edge of the Cliffs of Moher makes a lot of people uncomfortable. At least, that’s what I learned when Manon and I made our way there from Ennis.

The Irish Are A Rather Friendly Lot

My second day in Dublin began at The Lovinspoon with a hearty bowl of porridge smothered in bananas, blueberries, and dried nuts and fruits, as well a fantastic americano. It was exactly the type of breakfast that I needed given the sleep-deprived wanderings of the previous day.

We Have Arrived

Despite the fact that our plane departed Toronto roughly four hours after I had thought it was going to – not because of any flight delays, but because I was just that excited about vacation – Manon and I have safely arrived in Dublin. Surprisingly, this is my first official visit to Ireland.

Not That I’m Counting

In a few days I will be officially on vacation, and I can’t freaking wait. For those who have been following along, you might be asking – aren’t you always travelling? or haven’t you be on sabbatical since last fall? And the answers are mostly yes, and yes. However, neither of these things necessarily mean…

Fifth Time Is A Charm

In my ongoing adventure series with students, I jumped out of yet another perfectly good plane yesterday. Because nothing better describes the graduate research experience like skydiving, I guess?

Productivity Is A Future Dan Problem

After a mostly uneventful flight – save for a period of mild turbulence that left me feeling a wee bit woozier than I would have expected – Nic and I have safely landed in Vancouver. More accurately, we have landed, stuffed our faces with some delicious Lebanese food from Nuba, and made our way to…

Take To The Sky

As I mentioned in my previous post, I feel like I’m not travelling nearly enough. In fact, I believe that I’ve spent more consecutive time in Guelph in the last two months than I have in the past three or four years, and that feels so very weird to me. It probably comes as no…

Pi In The Sky

When the alarm went off this morning, my first thought was Noooooooooooo! And given that the last few days have been packed, and that I woke up about eleventy-billion times worried that I’d overslept and missed my ride to the airport, I begrudgingly found a way to harness the energy needed to lift my carcass…

There And Back Again

Visiting Guelph is fun. Yes, I know I live here, but given that I seem to spend more time away (that’s not a complaint for someone who is constantly wanderlusting), it really does feel that most of my time in Guelph is visiting.

The Great Escape?

After a week of feeling like a giant bag of smashed hammers, I’m happy to say that I feel almost human again. I still have a stupidly annoying cough and the subsequent muscle aches that come from coughing fits, but even those are fortunately fading into a distant memory. Now the next challenge is to…

A Perfect Storm

When I stepped out of the plane last Wednesday, I took a moment to enjoy the fact that I was back in Rigolet. The air, crisp and cold, felt good on my skin.