Travel + Adventure

Making Our Own Magic | What a Week in Slovenia Taught Me

The idea for Slovenia came years ago while I was watching an Air Canada travel video. An image of a small island church sitting in the middle of a turquoise lake appeared on the screen. Surrounded by mountains, it looked like something between a fairytale and Lake Louise. I never forgot it.
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What Mothers Recognize in Each Other | A MOMENT IN MOROCCO

Two of the images on my board last year were simple. A camel and a hot air balloon. Two experiences I wanted to have — to help me face my fear of animals and heights. And the place I wanted to experience this… Morocco.
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Reflections from Italy Part 4 | Closing: My Time Is Up!

As my time in Italy comes to an end, I find myself reflecting on what this experience has given me — and what I may be leaving behind. I am on the train, travelling backwards at 250 kilometres an hour through the Tuscan countryside.
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Reflections from Italy Part 3 | Florence and the Magic it Still Has on Me

Florence feels different this time. After two exhilarating weeks at the Winter Olympics in Italy, I now find myself alone, trying to settle into a quieter rhythm.
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Reflections from Italy Part 2 | Bologna — A Gentle Reset

I am trying. Trying to be patient with the reset of my nervous system. It feels like a roller coaster that never quite stops, but over the past few days I sense that something is shifting — like a quiet turning of a page.
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Reflections from Italy Part 1 | The Olympics, and The Moment I Chose to Stay

For me, the Olympics have always symbolized one of the highest levels of human effort — years of discipline and sacrifice distilled into a single moment where everything is decided...
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The idea for Slovenia came years ago while I was watching an Air Canada travel video. An image of a small island church sitting in the middle of a turquoise lake appeared on the screen. Surrounded by mountains, it looked like something between a fairytale and Lake Louise. I never forgot it.

Two of the images on my board last year were simple. A camel and a hot air balloon. Two experiences I wanted to have — to help me face my fear of animals and heights. And the place I wanted to experience this… Morocco.

As my time in Italy comes to an end, I find myself reflecting on what this experience has given me — and what I may be leaving behind. I am on the train, travelling backwards at 250 kilometres an hour through the Tuscan countryside.

Florence feels different this time. After two exhilarating weeks at the Winter Olympics in Italy, I now find myself alone, trying to settle into a quieter rhythm.

I am trying. Trying to be patient with the reset of my nervous system. It feels like a roller coaster that never quite stops, but over the past few days I sense that something is shifting — like a quiet turning of a page.

For me, the Olympics have always symbolized one of the highest levels of human effort — years of discipline and sacrifice distilled into a single moment where everything is decided...

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