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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…
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?
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.
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.
In January of 2008, I signed up for Twitter with my first Twitter handle – @thedangillis – after a conversation with my good friend Dr. Beth. She convinced me that it would be a great platform to communicate with and learn from people around the world. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical of…
It has been well over a month since I boarded a plane. While this might be considered a sure sign of the apocalypse, please rest assured that this lapse in vertical gain will soon be corrected.
Now that 2018 has been filed away under things of the past, it’s time to look to the future and what it could be. More specifically, it’s time for me to write down the things I want to achieve before the clock ushers in yet another new year.
Considering everything that has dominated the headlines around the world this year, one might best describe 2018 as a glorious dumpster fire fueled by the antics of an orange bloviating toddler and those who would emulate his example (or at least be emboldened by it). And yet, despite all of the awful things we’ve read…
Around this time of year, I typically download my top nine photos from Instagram. While the top nine don’t necessarily align as my favourite photos of the year, they are those that were liked the most often by people who follow my Instagram feed.