Back in Chicago, just in time for the St Patrick’s Day madness

Back in Chicago, just in time for the St Patrick’s Day madness

We’ve just finished our first week back in the USA and it’s been an eventful one full of apartment hunting and rivers going green. In all honesty, at first, I was a little down about being back in the city after spending three glorious months breathing in the New Zealand air.  When you’ve been hiking and popping…

Life is an awfully big adventure

Life is an awfully big adventure

Several years ago if you’d asked me what my greatest adventure was, I would have said: going to Disneyworld at ten. My family hadn’t been hugely adventurous travellers – I spent every summer with my grandparents in Poland and I was only allowed to ride my bike where they could see me.  Then there was the…

Dangerously in love with Queenstown

Dangerously in love with Queenstown

Queenstown is like that guy everyone tells you not to fall in love with,  but you do it anyway because what do they know? They don’t understand the bond that you have. Beautiful, dangerous, makes you do things your mother wouldn’t approve of; you know it can’t last forever but when you leave , there’s a…

Climbing Ngauruhoe (Mount Doom)

Climbing Ngauruhoe (Mount Doom)

Hiking (or tramping in Kiwi-English) is a bit of a national past time in New Zealand. Throughout their youth, many of my Kiwi friends spent half their time with a bag on their back and developed the sort of intuition that only outdoorsy people have.  You know the type; they actually know the names of trees and…

Getting back on the bike

Getting back on the bike

I’m back. You may have noticed I’ve been gone (or not, whatever, I’m only mildly offended) This isn’t one of those: I’ll write a post apologising for not writing and then not write again. I’ve spent the last few weeks writing and planning again. Some posts have been waiting for a while, but I knew writing this…

Our Dream French Wedding (in print!)

Our Dream French Wedding (in print!)

When I was preparing for our French wedding I spent an awful lot of time (and money) on wedding magazines. It was my little indulgence.  The actual planning of the wedding was hard work but flicking through the pages of beautiful dresses and decor, trying to take all the inspiration and getting design ideas, was just pure…

On Sundays, We Brunch

On Sundays, We Brunch

Brunch in Chicago is a serious thing and it’s fast becoming my favourite thing about the weekend. Trying out a different place every week seems to me to be the perfect way to see different parts of town, eat two meals in one go and drink before noon without judgement. I’ve recently made some new friends…

Eating our way around Germany’s Christmas Markets

Eating our way around Germany’s Christmas Markets

This time last year, I was gallivanting around Germany, drinking their entire supply of Gluwhein and eating all the sausages, with my now husband and then soon-to-be mother in law.  Bar a short visit to New Zealand earlier in the year, this was the first time I got to know Jono’s mum. Happily for me,…