A Portuguese welcome with Oporto City Flats

One never knows what to expect when landing in a new country, especially when your trip starts long before sunrise (hello, fatigue), but judging from the initial planning stages, the bar had been set high. It was my first time in Porto and I needed central accommodation to easily make my way around throughout my 4-day stay. The rain forecasted also meant a cozy atmosphere would win extra points in making my decision. I was referred to Oporto City … [Read more...]

Capturing solo travel memories with Flytographer

I’ve had my eye on Porto and its lyrical architectural sights for some time now, which for me always translates into an acute desire to leave with photographic memories. And Porto was a city I knew I wanted to immortalize with more than quick Instagram snaps of pretty buildings; I wanted to immortalize myself experiencing it. There is poetry to be discovered in every nook and cranny of Portugal’s second largest city and turning to Flytographer … [Read more...]

Why an Ayurveda massage might not be your thing

“Take off your clothes!” She says for the second time, right in front of me, staring. Wait ... Here!? “Can't I change in the bathroom?” I motion towards the diagonal corner. “Take off your clothes,” she insists, and she is certainly not kidding this time. I skeptically take all my clothes off, while Claire does the same, only two feet away. I reach out for the meek sheet supposed to be covering me, while my masseuse pulls me a chair. She … [Read more...]

A roaring Jazz Age Lawn Party! And on meeting Gatsby

Saturday got off to a wrong start. I woke up with no voice, feeling weary and cranky. It was the beginning of a splendid day, yet I wasn’t feeling it. After an hour or so, I pulled myself out of bed and started getting ready, or so I tried. Why is the dress still wrinkled?! Why won’t my hair curl?! Where are my stockings?! I eventually got myself out the door at a very late 1:30pm. The Jazz Age Lawn Party had started since 11 am, yet I … [Read more...]

29! A Gatsby birthday to remember

Last Friday was my birthday. I’ve dreaded the day like none other, for it’s my last year in the 20s. Last year I can say I’m just a gal in her twenties. Last year to do all the things I wanted to accomplish before I turn 30. It’s overwhelming to say the slightest, because I know all the expectations I had for my life up to this point, simply won’t happen. Others will instead, as they very well already did. At the same time, I’ve grown on my … [Read more...]