Travel local: Going places around Dublin

Afternoon tea Titanic Quarters

Can’t fly to travel? Then do long weekends in Ireland instead!

As you are aware, I am in a bit of an international travel hiatus right now. Before this, we managed to go to Rome for Christmas last year. This was documented through another travel website called ExpatPost. Finances are going well but I guess it’s part of that so-called adult life not to spend all the money on trips and travel (boo!). Especially now that we have our little man to save up for, my husband and I decided to cut on our trips this year.
It sucks. Especially now that I managed to live in Europe and have easier access to countries I used to dream of going to. I still have A LOT of places I want to go to! But on the other hand, it led me to do things differently when it comes to traveling. It paved way for me to visit nearby counties around Dublin instead – local travel! Continue reading “Travel local: Going places around Dublin” »


Boracay: Will I see you again?

Powdery white sand beneath my feet

Throwback: Thinking of Boracay yet again..

Living in the third world country while growing up, travel opportunities were rare for me. In fact, the only time I experienced traveling when I was a kid was whenever we’d go visit my paternal grandmother in the province during school break. Or, to tag along when it’s time for my Mom’s annual summer outing. Or, if we are lucky, visit a nearby pool resort for an overnight family break.
Of course, I was still fortunate to have been able to enjoy these whilst growing up – but I knew early on that I wanted more. I wanted to go places riding an aircraft and even contemplated to become a flight attendant so I can fulfill my traveling dreams.

Boracay white sand
Powdery white sand beneath my feet. Photo via Facebook

I was already working as an IT Consultant when I managed to board my first flight. Using my hard-earned money, I joined a couple of college friends to go to a famous tourist spot in the Philippines – Boracay. Continue reading “Boracay: Will I see you again?” »