Someone Has To Be Tribute

This, apparently, is the time of year when the pace of my travel adventure begins to pick up speed. Yes, I just returned from a trip to Happy Valley-Goose Bay, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t already have the next two of five planned adventures booked.

Snowbound

Mother Nature has decided that it’s probably best if I stay in Happy Valley-Goose Bay for a little while longer than I had anticipated. Also, in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m currently in Happy Valley-Goose Bay.

The Weirdening Continues

Remember how I wrote just the other day that my life is weird, but not in a bad way? And how I wrote over a week ago that I had a series of half-finished stories that I promised I’d talk about when they came to fruition? Well, tomorrow one more of those stories comes to…

That Time I Baked

Apparently I’m taking my goal of learning at least six new recipes this year very seriously. Because I’m nothing if not a very serious person.

Oats Not Goats

During my recent adventure exploring the United Kingdom with my brother, his girlfriend, and my friend Corey, we found ourselves in Swansea, Wales for a few days. And while I’ve written about this particular part of our adventure already, there’s one part of it that I haven’t written about as of yet.

Un-Vacationing

I returned home from my grand adventure across the United Kingdom slightly more than a week ago to begin the process of un-vacationing – that thing one does when one returns to the real world and has to somehow determine how to restart their grey matter after a significant period of sleeping in, and drinking…

May Your Suitcase Be Full

And just like that, my vacation is coming to an end. Tomorrow I will return to campus for the first time since I left on December 8th1. It’s amazing how quickly time flies.

A Year Of Travel

Yesterday, when I sat down to draft up The Year That Was and The Year That Could Be, I knew that travel would make up a significant part of my review of 2017 and continue to make up a significant part of my goal setting for 2018. The wanderlust demands it. What I wasn’t sure, initially, was how much…

The Year That Could Be

I spent the better part of yesterday wandering around London – because that’s what one does when they are on vacation with no set plans. Given that my normal day-to-day revolves around a very scheduled calendar and the bing of emails as they cascade relentlessly into my inbox, I’m thinking that my return to the real world…

The Year That Was

Well, for all of its ups and downs, its highs and lows, that was 2017. It was a weird year that I’m honestly struggling to reconcile. Normally these end-of-year posts write themselves, but this year was extraordinary – and not always for good reasons.

And Then There Was One

Earlier today I watched as Corey disappeared behind the security barriers at Heathrow Airport on his way back home after spending two weeks with me, my brother Aidan, and his girlfriend Amanda as we toured across the United Kingdom. And only a few hours before he disappeared, we were both saying farewell to Aidan and…

The Liverpool Surprise

Before you get too excited, the Liverpool surprise had nothing to do with the Beatles. Nor did it have to do with us stumbling on a pool full of livers on our way to Scotland. It does, however, refer to how surprised I was by Liverpool.

A Nightmare Before Christmas?

We arrived in Swansea late in the afternoon on the 19th. It was mostly grey and rainy, and the line that delineated the air from the water had blurred such that the sea and sky were indistinguishable.

The Hengiest Of All The Stones

After spending several days exploring London, England, which included wandering the streets of Whitechapel retracing the path of carnage left by Jack the Ripper over a century ago, we packed our luggage into our rental car and began our trek to Swansea, Wales. Along the way we opted to stop at Stonehenge, and Bristol.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Vacation

After a week in Quebec City taking part in the Arctic Change conference, I quickly sauntered back to Guelph to snuggle Elliott, do my laundry, repack my luggage, and return to Pearson International Airport with Corey. And after 7 hours strapped into a rather swanky shiny metal lawn dart, we safely arrived in London, England.