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Two ‘gals’ {sisters} in Portugal during a completely cloudless, warm summer – it’s safe to say what you’re picturing will be relatively accurate.

Laughter. Sunscreen. Cheese and crackers. Tanning Oil. Espresso Martini’s. Sand. 90’s tunes. Wine. Bikinis. Seafood.

We based ourselves in Lagos – one of the most visited towns on the Algarve coast. The town lies on the bank of the Rio Bensafrim, with piazzas and churches scattered throughout what felt more like a cobbled lane village, bordered with old town walls. For a tourist hotspot, Lagos has the lot I guess. It hosts a wide range of food options, you can walk almost everywhere and you can get a taste of the cliff formation style Atlantic beaches the region is famous for within a short walk of the centre of town. With a busy summer vibe, a non-daunting cultural influence and a pumping nightlife (from what we hear), I guess it’s not surprising that people of all ages are drawn to Lagos. However, it just wasn’t for me. Continue reading

a weekend in Sofia


Bulgaria; not a place I had ever imagined I would visit. Would I go back? Probably not. Do I regret going? Absolutely not!

The country was relatively unknown to me and even after two days exploring the capital city, Sofia and its nearby rural towns, I still couldn’t quite put my finger on it. So while sitting at an upper class restaurant in the centre of Sofia we decided to read up on the Balkan city we were in. Needless to say we were less than comforted by the first headline we saw;

Bulgaria. The melting pot of poverty and corruption

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there’s no place like home


It’s a funny feeling when you’re about to head home for the first time in two years. Combine it with being a surprise trip for my 30th (ew!) birthday – I actually felt more nervous than excited when I left my office in East London to head west for Heathrow.

What if no one cares that I’m back? What if everything’s changed? What if I don’t get along with anyone anymore? What if the place I have always kept so dear to my heart, is no longer a place I feel at home in, connected with, or happy to be in?

I honestly needn’t have worried. The second I stepped off the plane and heard that kiwi accent I knew I was home.

If anyone is ever planning a surprise trip to the other side of the world…do it. Don’t get me wrong; it’s hard, it’s stressful and involves a lot of lying – but the look on people’s faces and the sheer joy and excitement generated from popping up in real life not on-screen after two years away when they’re least expecting it, is absolutely priceless. I still get goose bumps and tears in my eyes thinking back to the moment I surprised three very special groups of people. Continue reading