Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Leave the most beautiful shell ever behind, because lbr what are you going to do with a shell???
The face of a girl whose jeans just got soaked by the FREEZING waves (and whose jeans will subsequently get DRENCHED because she was stupid enough to leave them on when she went kayaking). Oh well, Lagos was still stupid beautiful.
I am actually obsessed with the story behind this mural. So it’s no secret that Lisbon loves its street art, but did you know that there’s a granny graffiti gang? That’s right, these badass grandmas go around Lisbon leaving their own marks on the city everywhere the go. I want to be them when I grow up.
Craziest moment in Lisbon? Going in a walking tour and stopping down the randomest little street in Alfama, where Tininna opened up her shutters and served us her homemade Ginjina, the famous cherry liqueur. Like, what??? I was so confused but loved every single second of it.
In Prague, there’s a Starbucks right next to Prague Castle that monopolizes the best views. In Lisbon, it’s practically impossible to monopolize a viewpoint because literally every time you turn a corner you’re greeted by another, even more beautiful view. You’ll find tiny snack kiosks selling coffee for €1 where you would normally find overpriced tourist restaurants. Elevators through supermarkets that lead up to sweeping viewpoints. One of the best seven terraces in the world through an unassuming craft store. It’s like Lisbon was like: I’ll take your beautiful city and raise you 500,000 viewpoints. Not bad, Lisbon, not bad.
An ode to the Pastel de Nata: Yummy yummy yummy In my tummy Creamy Flakey Tasty tasty tasty 😍😍😍😍😍😍
Major tourist attractions: yay or nay? It’s a mixed bag for me. Sometimes, they can be super impressive, but most of the time they end up being overpriced and disappointing 😕 In Lisbon there’s kind of a lack of traditional major tourist attractions like the Eiffel Tower or the Empire State Building. The Praça do Comercio is one of the few, famed for its beautiful yellow walls and Arc de Triomph-esque Rua Augusta Arch. While I never sought it out specifically as a “thing to see in Lisbon”, it often served as a convenient meeting place for walking tours, meeting friends, etc. and it never failed to take my breath away by how gorgeous it was–especially at sunset! 😍😍😍
Getting photos of yourself as a solo traveller is hard. On the one hand, I kind of love having complete creative control, but it also means toting around a tripod and looking like a crazy person. Sometimes it’s nice to just hand your camera off to someone trustworthy and not have to worry about it. That’s why tours are so fab, and just one of the many reasons I will always be a huge proponent of them. 📷: Miguel from @wehatetourismtours
Obidos? More like Obi-damn.
“Perhaps travel can not prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” —Maya Angelou I really don’t think I’ve ever heard a better way to sum up my feelings about travel and about life in general. I’ve always thought that getting to know and understand people who are different to you is not just fun, but vitally important. It may sound hippy-dippy as hell, but it’s true. What do you think?
🙋🏽♀️ Raise your hand if you’re a sucker for beautiful doors 🙋🏽♀️ I always find myself taking pictures of random doors when I’m traveling. I think there’s just something so beautiful about brightly colored and interestingly designed doors, and I can’t help but imagine what the people who love behind them must be like! Are you as obsessed with doors as I am? #ihavethisthingwithdoors
Travelling alone is NOT easy. In fact, I called home crying just a few hours after this photo was taken, pretty sure literally every decision I’d ever made was wrong. That’s just what happens when I’m allowed alone with my thoughts too long. I think I need constant reminders that everything is going to turn out okay, and it’s hard to get those when you’re all by yourself in a foreign country. So no, I’m never going to be a full time solo traveller. It’s just not for me, and it’s okay if it’s not for you either—even if sometimes the travel blogging world makes it seem like the end all, be all of traveling (to the point where I thought something was wrong with me when I tried it for the first time and hated it). So tell me: have you travelled solo before? What did you think? If not, do you think you’d like to try it? Also, just to switch things up a little, who’s your favorite travel buddy (mine is my boyfriend, Daniel)?
Major public service announcement: Obidos isn’t real. Don’t believe anyone who tells you otherwise. It’s literally just too beautiful to actually exist. If you try to visit, you will be disappointed. And if you aren’t, chances are you’re hallucinating. Because it isn’t real. It’s just a story made up in a fairytale in some random book. 100% I was hallucinating for two days while I was here.
On the lookout for ovos moles 👀👀👀
At what point to pictures of brightly colored houses get old? Because I have a lot of them from Aveiro but I need to know how many I can post before people get annoyed 😂😂😂
I’m long gone from Aveiro but I still can’t stop thinking about the ovos moles 😍😍😍 These delicious little treats are said to have been invented by a nun with a serious sweet tooth, and can be found pretty much everywhere you look in Aveiro. Be sure you try one (or 100) if you ever visit!
Okay, I take it all back. I might have felt bad about not giving Porto enough time yesterday, but now that I’m in Aveiro I can safely say that I made the right choice. Aveiro is SO MUCH more my style. Life is laid-back, the houses are prettier than I ever could have imagined, and there’s a local famous pastry: ovos moles. What more could you ask for??? And if I hadn’t cut time off from Porto, I never would have been able to make it here. Moral of the story? Go to the places that call your name over the ones everyone tells you to see. You’ll always end up happier that way.
Spring break, we made it!!! 💃 💃 💃 What with all the pension strikes going on in the UK, it’s been a pretty crazy couple of weeks, especially not knowing if I would have class one day or not. But now, it’s two blissful weeks where I don’t have to worry about anything—except exploring Portugal, that is 😉 TBH I didn’t come into Porto expecting to love it, and the only real reason I chose to visit at all was because it was the cheapest place to fly into. But wandering around this morning, I was definitely surprised that I didn’t hate the place and was excited to get to know it better. I had grand plans to go Port wine tasting in the afternoon, but was unfortunately hit with a serious headache during lunch and decided to lay in bed for a few hours instead. So needless to say, I really have not given Porto a fair chance. I’m headed off to Aveiro—aka the Venice of Portugal—tomorrow, though, so Porto’s second chance will unfortunately have to wait for another time 😢
Screw staring off into the distance. I’m here for stupid smiles that show just how great of a time you’re having. Because if you’re not having fun while exploring (even if you’re at home) you’re just not doing it right.
There is literally nothing in the world I love more than a pancake breakfast spread 🥞 (except a waffle breakfast spread). What’s your favorite breakfast food? 🍳
FINALLY, a photo of me in my natural form: trying to get a picture to prove to my friends back home that seagulls here really are twice as big. Honestly though, they’re freaking terrifying. What’s the biggest seagull you’ve ever seen?
This is the view that made me fall in love with St Andrews when I first visited three years ago. I don’t go down to the end of the pier very often, but when I do it always reminds me of how lucky I am to be a student here. This place has totally changed the way I see myself and the world around me. Though it’s still a constant, daily struggle with depression and anxiety, I count myself truly lucky to have found a life where my mental illness doesn’t control me. If you haven’t found that yet, I promise you that you will. Your best life is out there waiting for you, you just need to go and find it.
She’s beauty, she’s grace. She’s so cold she’s holding back tears. Such is life in rainy, windy, (and, for a few days there, snowy) Scotland. I don’t know what else I was expecting, really. How’s the weather where you are?
The Charles Bridge sucks. If you’re there in the middle of the day. But if you get up early enough, you can see it without the crowds—aka in all its beauty. I probably wouldn’t have got up early to see the Charles Bridge on my own, but @nakedtourguide_prague forced me to with their Bright & Early Breakfast Tour and it was SO worth it! Read all about it on the blog #linkinbio 👉🏽addieabroad.com #ad
In the spirit of trying to share more of myself on here, here are some fun facts about me: 1) I am literally always cold ☃️ Hence the need for gloves in the middle of a photo shoot. 2) Every single time I see a dog I WILL shout “puppy!” Even if they are clearly like 15 years old. 🐶 3) I am a social anthropology major and will be spending my summer on an island in Mexico going to field school. Can anyone say nerd??? 🤓 4) Pretty much everyone and their mother owns this hat (it’s from H&M) 5) In the pancakes vs waffles debate, I am firmly on team waffles. Where do you stand? #breakfastfooddebates
Franz Kafka was a weird guy. Which I guess is why it’s totally fitting that there is a statue of two guys peeing into a pool shaped like the Czech Republic in front of his museum 🤷🏽♀️
BEWARE THE BASIC WHITE GIRLS AT THE LENNON WALL. Seriously. I don’t think I have ever seen such a big gathering of basic white girls since the last time I was in a Starbucks. Sure, I knew that Lennon Wall was a big Instagram Hot Spot, but I was definitely taken aback when I rounded the corner to see an absolutely HUGE crowd of people surrounding the (relatively small) Lennon Wall. In the middle of February. Now, I have to admit that I myself am also a basic white girl, and I was damned if I wasn’t going to get my own picture in front of this Insta-worthy wall. But I also have to admit that the second I did, I got the heck out of there. Without actually *looking* at the John Lennon Wall. I’m honestly pretty ashamed of myself for this, but at the same time I really could NOT handle the amount of people were there (this is why I like traveling in the low season). Have you ever had a moment where you did something just for the ‘gram and regretted it afterward? Tell me your story in the comments! #abroadineurope
What is your absolutely favourite piece of history? For me, it is without a doubt Marie Antoinette’s peasant village in Versailles (did you know there was a guy whose sole job it was to make sure that the village constantly smelled like baking bread?), but I think I have a new close second: The Second Defenestration of Prague. Prague has a LONG history of religious conflict, and the Second Defenestration was really the culmination of all of this (as well as the beginning of the 30 Years War). In 1617, Roman Catholic officials stopped the construction of two different Protestant chapels in Bohemia, violating the guarantees of religious liberty given to them by the king. In response, the officials were tried and found guilty. And then they straight up GOT THROWN OUT THE WINDOW. It’s okay though, we can laugh about it because both of them managed to survive. There are conflicting accounts as to why this happened (the Catholics said it was thanks to angels, the Protestants insist that there was a pile of manure at the bottom of the window they fell into), but I think I’m far more concerned about figuring out what happened with the FIRST Defenestration. If you’re ever in Prague, I challenge you to find the window that these guys were thrown out of (hint: it’s in the Old Royal Palace). While you’re there, be sure to check out St Vitus Cathedral too. It is straight up STUNNING. #abroadineurope
I am about to make a pledge I think no Instagrammer has ever made: I vow to never post a staring-off-into-the-distance shot unless it is literally THE MOST AMAZING staring-off-into-the- distance shot of all time. I feel like a lot of time I hide behind this Instagram trope because, as a photographer, I’m still super uncomfortable in front of a camera. But this is something I’m really trying to work on, because I feel like photos of my face represent me & my travels SO much better. I want you guys to know me, and I want to know you guys, so this is a promise that, from now on, I’m going to be more real on Instagram. I want to have as much fun on this platform as I do when I’m traveling. And I want you guys to hold me accountable for it. So if you ever see me post a staring-off-into-the-distance shot in the future, CALL ME OUT. Be the change you wish to see in the world, am I right??? 💕💕💕 #abroadineurope
CONFESSION TIME: I don’t always consult my significant other when I book trips for us. 😬 To me, communication is one of THE most important parts of a relationship, but sometimes I can get a little antsy. Daniel likes to think through when we’re going to take a trip. But if I see a good deal, I want to book it right away. The first time this happened was November of 2016 when I got a Google Flights alert that return tickets from Edinburgh to Barcelona had dropped from £100 to just £30. I texted Daniel telling him that they had dropped, but he took so long to respond that by the time he did I had already booked the tickets. 😂 The second time around, I booked a weekend trip to Cork, Ireland as a surprise for our second anniversary ❤️ This worked out really well because Daniel has always wanted to go to Ireland, and since it was my gift to him all he had to do was show up. I may have lost a little bit of his trust when I booked this trip to Prague, though. One night a few months ago, when I couldn’t sleep, I was scrolling through travel deals like I always do when I’m bored and I stumbled upon an INSANE flight & hotel deal for a weekend to Prague in February. I knew Daniel was already asleep, so I booked it. And then I immediately felt racked with guilt 🤐 It took me a few days to finally fess up and tell him what I had done. And of course, he was a little ticked off. But in the end (especially after I showed him what a good deal I had got) he was okay with it. And last weekend, we finally went to Prague, and it was STUPIDLY amazing. Even Daniel had to admit that it was totally worth me not telling him I had booked the trip. I just maybe should have admitted it a little sooner. Have you ever surprised your significant other or someone else in your life? I want to hear your story!!! Tell me all about it in the comments 😊