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.
After spending an entire day working from Jungle Jim’s in Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Nic, Jason, Frazer, and I awoke way too early this morning to make our way to the airport to catch the flight that would deliver us to Rigolet. This would be my first time back to the community since August of 2018….
In less than 48 hours, I’ll be heading to the airport with Nic as we make our way back to Rigolet. That’s right, folks. I’m ditching our lovely Ontario winter weather to head north for a slightly chillier, and definitely snowier adventure.
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.
Last year I opted to approach my goal of reading for fun without any sort of plan. This meant that most of the books I read were gifted to me, or those that randomly grabbed my attention when I wandered aimlessly through the bookstore. Not a bad method, but also not overly strategic.
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.
Tomorrow I’m off to Ottawa on my last (I think) work related trip of the year. Unlike almost all other trips this year, this one will be relatively close to home and thus will not require a flight. I know, I’m as shocked as you are.
If you are following me on the Twitters or any of the other various social media that I frequent, you’ll probably already know that yesterday was a rather not so ordinary day. After flying to Vancouver Thursday night, Nic and I were up early Friday morning to head to Maple Ridge.
On Wednesday afternoon, Nic and I boarded our 16th and eleventy-billionth flights of the year, respectively. This time we were flying to St. John’s for the People, Place, and Public Engagement conference.
In just under a week I’ll be boarding yet another series of shiny metal lawn darts, as my next round of travel kicks off. While my plans have been modified because of a need to be in the Vancouver area in early November, I will nevertheless be bouncing all over the place – at least…
Nic and I made our way to the airport on Tuesday to begin our long journey back home. After a week in Taipei at the g0v Summit, I can honestly say that I wish I had more time to explore the city and the country. I guess I’ll just have to make another trip back…
Dr. Beth (and any other arachnophobes out there) – do not, I repeat, do not read this post. Or do, but be prepared to never ever sleep again. Or at least, to never ever visit Taiwan – even though it has already turned out to be an incredibly amazing place to visit.
Ray dropped me off at the Dalian airport around 6pm yesterday as I began the next leg in my adventure. It was a hazy day, and much of the horizon was masked by a layer of smog. It wasn’t the worst smog that I’d experienced during my visit, but it was also a far cry…
After roughly 75 days and travelling more than 1.3 times the circumference of the earth in 37 different glorified metal lawn darts, you might think that my travel adventures are coming to a close for the year. Fortunately for me, that’s not the case.