Europe.

Where to go?

I often get asked where my favourite place to travel is, and in all honesty, I don’t have one particular place. I’ve always fallen in love with the memories I’ve made while travelling.

A core memory

We wondered the streets during the night, hundreds of people were covered all over the pebbled beach with friends and family. I remember hearing so much laughter, the smells of food mixed with the salty beach air. There was a game of beach volleyball being played. Kids were running around holding waffle cones of melted gelato. There was a slight humidity sticking to our skin as a warm breeze came from the ocean. A group of about 30 people blasting some type of sultry French and Latin music on the beach, dancing to every beat like this night was never going to end. I watched fascinated as we sat on the rocky pebbled beachside, bum going numb, absorbed by the energy.