You thought this blog post would be called, “West Philadelphia born and raised,” didn’t you? Well yes that was the original plan, but the saying,” Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness” from the Declaration of Independence captured my attention. And American history is what today has mostly been about. Enjoyable it has been too. […]Read more "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness"
The plan was to kick start our last morning in Washington bright and early. And this did not happen in the slightest. Mainly my fault for spending an extra hour in bed, with ice on my sore foot while writing my last blog. The hotel was epic, to be fair. It was so central, and […]Read more "The Wheels on the Bike/Bus Go Round and Round"
We’re really lucky (along with the fact I wanted a night flight for this very reason) we aren’t jet lagged. But despite being in another country, I still have issues unwinding and getting to sleep. That’s where I-dread-to-think-what’s-in-them ‘American’ sleeping tablets come in. Two of those, and I was out within 10 minutes. Completely out. […]Read more "A Day of Museums and Memorials"
After queuing for about an hour to get my passport stamped, we were on our way in a shuttle bus to the hotel, located in Capitol Hill. An amusing bus ride, we shared some banter with a German family from Hamburg. They got the British sarcastic sense of humour 👌🏽 Our reservation at the hotel […]Read more "Washington, DC – Day One"
I’ve been a bit too mentally exhausted for my liking recently, which has made it difficult for me to get excited about my trip to America. Feeling deflated has been the last thing I needed. So coming home from work on Thursday, dragging my heels to do the finishing touches before my flight; well let’s […]Read more "Princess Ayla Onboard – LHR to Washington, DC"
How ruddy excited I was; sat on a plane with Mum, having bumped into a friend from uni, full of anticipation for the weekend ahead. The celebrations started in style, boozing it up on the plane to Reykjavik. Discovering a love for blueberry liquor topped with Prosecco, I had two of these delightful cocktails along […]Read more "My Icelandic Birthday"
My journey from Munich to Paris was the actual worst. Well “actual worst” may be an exaggeration, but it was a case of, you get what you pay for..! Upon checking out of my hostel at 1pm, I was already starting to regret getting such a late bus. It’s not like there were any earlier […]Read more "Au Revoir Paris "