It’s funny sharing a birthday with the global pandemic: while I celebrate yet another 365 days around the sun, I couldn’t help but hate that we had somehow made it through 365 days of social isolation and no travelling. Emphasis on that last point.
If your roommate ever asks if you want to get away for 7 days, answer yes: always yes. That’s exactly how I found myself on the gorgeous Dutch-owned island of Curaçao.
When you hear an impending ice storm is about to hit Toronto (why, Mother Nature, why…) and you just have a bunch of free time on your hands, you suddenly find yourself packing a bag and setting off one Friday morning.
I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the first time, a week before they announced breakfast actually would be served at Tiffany’s on 5th Avenue. So, surprise, surprise, I did what Holly did.
Like the hopeless romantic I am, I fell in love with Holly and Gerry’s love in P.S. I Love You. But watching them meet for the first time, standing on a dirt road, surrounded by green fields and hills, I fell in love with Ireland, too.
I’m a Pisces. This automatically explains my emotional personality and sensitivity to others’ feelings, but when your zodiac symbol is two fish and your element is water, it also explains why I love anything beach related. Like a lot.
