Travel: Europe


It’s happening. It’s finally happening.

Ever since I was a young girl, I’ve had an adoration to special dates and numbers. I have a vivid memory of sitting on my bed in my cotton candy pink coloured room, listening to 90’s pop, curating a list of things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 26. A few of those things included; Graduate university, Live in another country, Get married and to go back to my place of birth at age 26. I’ve done an acceptable job of completing these things but it’s time for my ultimate goal. Every year we travel somewhere new for our anniversary. Our honeymoon in Turks and Caicos, first year in Cabo, second year in the Dominican and in a few weeks Mark and I will be spending 3 weeks in France, Italy and… yes. Yes. Switzerland.

One of my favourite things about me is that I was born in Zurich, Switzerland. I’m fairly aware that where you were born has absolutely nothing to do with who you truly are, but to me, it does. I say, “I’m Swiss! Of course I love chocolate and cheese!” Don’t even get me started on how I react when I see a Swiss flag or see MADE IN SWITZERLAND. I’m not Swiss. My dear husband likes to remind me that I am indeed, not Swiss (he’s jealous). In Grade 3 I told a boy in my class I was born in Zurich and he didn’t believe me. It was $10 for him unless I brought in my birth certificate. A few days later once my dad photocopied the paper, I brought it to school and the next day he sorely gave me the amount completely in pennies contained in a glass jar. It was awesome.

I lived in Zurich with my parents for the first two years of my life, before we left for another country. It has been a huge dream of mine to stand in front of the hospital, to visit the house I first lived in and to roam the places my Mother would take me when I was just a baby. My dad has always teased me that I have indeed traveled all over Europe. “What, you don’t remember being at the top of the Eiffel Tower?” It’s time for me to re-live them all!

I already know I’m going to be an emotional mess – ugly cry. everywhere – but I’ve accepted that. (Let’s hope my husband does too). I’m watching travel videos, looking at photos and reading reviews of all there is to do and I’m already crying. Neither of us have been to Europe, so this trip is big deal for the both of us. Side story: Mark gets to see “his” soccer team play live, and I’m so excited for him. We aim to balance our must-see/eat/do with time to simply sit, walk and soak in the cultures of these cities. I already know that I am going to fall madly in love with Paris and Italy. And know it is going to be some kind of wonderful being 26 years old in Zurich.

We’ll be in Paris, France – Naples, Rome, Florence, Milan, Venice, Italy and Zurich, Switzerland.
I’d love to hear your recommendations!



Just be brave.

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