Tag: travel
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An Ancient Volcano & a Not-So-Secret Garden: The Final Part of Our Time in Scotland
“I don’t think any of us can believe it’s our last day in this gorgeous city, it has flown by so quickly. I’m excited to go back and see our fur babies, but know I’ll miss aspects of this trip, like walking to get coffee, being surrounded by storybook beauty, having the privilege of leisurely…
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Ancient Carvings & a Forest Castle: Part VI of Our Time in Scotland
“I’m really gonna miss starting each morning by walking to a coffee shop and having a flat white,” I told Andrew between bites of flaky hazelnut cruffin. He nodded his agreement, still looking surprised to be enjoying his carrot cake bun, which he had only ordered because he’d thought it was a cinnamon bun. Four…
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Villages & Waterways: Part V of Our Time in Scotland
“I don’t think scones are even a breakfast food in the UK, but I don’t care. I would have them every single morning,” I told Andrew between happy bites of that light, golden bread, clotted cream, and strawberry jam. We were at Gordon Street Coffee, basically two highly-convenient stairways down from our flat. It being…
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Gravestones & Streetlamps: Part IV of Our Time in Scotland
This is a continuation of my last post, about our time in Scotland last November. As Andrew and I rounded the corner onto Cockburn Street, we saw the line of people before we saw the Milkman shopfront itself. “Nooo,” I sang out. I was desperate for my morning coffee and did not want to wait…
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A Royal Castle & Regal Pigeons: Part III of Our Time in Scotland
This is a continuation of my last post, about our time in Scotland last November. As four plates alit upon our table at Scran on Cockburn Street, I immediately regretted ordering the veg full Scottish breakfast. It was like a four-course meal piled onto one plate with eggs, sourdough, veg haggis, beans, mushrooms, a potato…
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Curving Streets & Candlelit Pubs: Part II of Our Time in Scotland
This is a continuation of my last post, about our first day in Edinburgh last November. On Thursday, our second day in Edinburgh, I slowly rose from bed groggy, and not due to jet lag. “I am so mad at that guy,” I said to an equally groggy Andrew beside me. “I might even hope…
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Smoke & Clay: Part I of Our Time in Scotland
As I stirred on a mid-November morning, our first morning back in our cozy bed in Connecticut in ten days, I was surprised to find that—even after days of looking forward to being back home with the snores of our fur kids—as usual, bittersweet emotions made their way through my head as I lay there…
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Local Tourist: Exploring Where You Live
I’ll admit it—even though I now live in a region I adore, I still continually find myself wanting to explore somewhere else. It has next to nothing to do with how I feel about where I live and lots to do with frequently wanting to experience new places, activities, and scenes. I’m not the only…
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An Autumn Bucket List Check-In
I’ve been hearing several folks ask the question “Where did October go?” and I’m right there with them. Here in southern New England, the end of summer seemed to come as quickly and finally as a departing train, waving goodbye until next year. Weather turned chilly, the garden began to fall asleep, and some of…
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An Autumn Day in New York & Proving Ourselves Wrong
I’ve spoken in this space about various things I love about travel, but there’s something else I love about it that I haven’t touched on yet: Travel often proves us wrong. I know this will sound shocking and maybe even downright blasphemous, but for years I had no interest in visiting NYC. Not only did…
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