Where to eat in Canggu, Bali

During our time in Bali, we’re staying in a little beach town called Canggu. Canggu is full of cute cafes, little shops and boutiques, yoga studios, stray dogs and beaches. Most famously, Canggu is home to Batu Bolong’s and Old Man’s beaches.

If you know me at all, you’ll know that brekkie and brunch (and food in general) are just a few of my favorite things. Brekkie and brunch are another reason why my excitement about staying in Canggu shot through the roof. Thus, I’ve compiled a short list of my favorite places to grab a bite in Canggu. Each meet my following requirements of eating on the road — cute, good vibes and tasty food and/or cheap alcohol:

1. Crate Cafe

The saying is #lifescrate at Crate Cafe and it absolutely rings true. This cafe is in an industrial building made out of concrete and boasts a hipster atmosphere. All the foods are fresh, colorful and cheap. We’ve eaten here quite a few times. There is a rooftop seating area, too. Here’s a collection of goodies (and smoothies!) we ate while visiting Crate.

Crate Cafe is located at Jl. Pantai Batu Bolong No.64, Canggu, Kuta Utara, Kabupaten Badung, Bali 80351, Indonesia. +62 812-3894-3040. Open daily from 7 a.m. to 3 p.m.

2. Botegga Italiana

Jesse and I ate brunch one day at Botegga Italiana, and then we ate dinner one night with the group. This place is known for its fresh handmade pasta and boy, is it yummy. When we came here the first time for brunch, I ate a caprese panino and Jesse ate their bolognese pasta. You can really taste the freshness in the pasta and it reminded me of Italy. There is just a small variety of sauces but the restaurant gives you the option to create your own pasta by choosing sauces, cheeses and more. Oh, and there’s wine, which is always imperative.

Bottega Italiana is located at  Jl. Pantai Batu Bolong No.77, Canggu, Kabupaten Badung, Bali 80361, Indonesia. +62 822-3611-1011. Open daily from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m.

3. Montagu Sandwich Bar

The girls and I wandered into this place one morning after yoga. We were craving smoothies and fresh juices, which this place has, in addition to yummy kombuchas. The vibe is also rad and makes you want to travel for a living (unless you don’t already). Here, I indulged in a pesto omelet served with fresh avocado and tasty greens. Then, the boys met up with us after a surf sesh.

Montagu Sandwich Bar is located at Jl. Pantai Batu Bolong No.94, Canggu, Kuta Utara, Kabupaten Badung, Bali, Indonesia. +62 812-3789-7594. Open daily from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m.

4. Little Flinders Cafe

We actually stumbled into Little Flinders for an early dinner one night. The menu offers a selection of both Western and Indonesian cuisine. There’s a great brekkie menu but as for our early dinner that night, I started with a passion fruit iced tea that seriously gave my life meaning. As for food, I sunk my teeth into their burger which was pretty tasty, but Little Flinders’ fries were even better. They were seasoned with some kind of barbecue salt and it. was. amazing. Jesse tried the salmon, which was cooked to perfection.

Little Flinders is located at Jalan Pantai Batu Bolong No. 78, Canggu, Bali, Indonesia 80361, p. +62 361 4715 238. Open 8 a.m.-10 p.m. daily.

5. Rotti Canai Street Kitchen

On our first day in Bali, Jesse and I thought it would be a great idea to drink the day away. This led to eating at some of these fantastic places, shopping and enjoying the sunset on the beach while listening to live music. It also resulted in going to bed at 8 p.m. Anyway, after the sun went down, we were starving, which leads us to Rotti Canai. Another hole-in-the-wall hipster af place offering this Indian specialty. Rotti is bomb by the way, highly recommend. Rotti is like a crepe/quesedilla. Ours was full of cheese, mushroom and chicken. So. Good.

Rotti Canai Street Kitchen is located at Jl. Pantai Batu Bolong, Canggu, Kuta Utara, Kabupaten Badung, Bali 80351, Indonesia. +62 821-4747-8550. Open 9 a.m.-10 p.m. daily. 

6. Betelnut Cafe

I’m not sure if Betelnut should count because this is really just the place that Jesse and I started drinking on our daytime adventure. This is the place he dubbed me Princess Bintang. The food looked good but we had just eaten. The beer is ridiculously cheap, though so hat’s off to you, Betelnut.

Betelnut Cafe is located at Jl. Pantai Batu Bolong No.60, Canggu, Kuta Utara, Kabupaten Badung, Bali 80351, Indonesia. +62 821-4680-7233. Open daily 7 a.m.-10 p.m.


Finding stillness at Shibuya Crossing

Shibuya Crossing
Shibuya Crossing

Someone recently asked me if I consider myself an introvert or an extrovert. My first thought was that I’m a little bit of both. I love being out and about and around people, but I hate crowds. I love curling up with a good book and being left alone for hours, but I suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out) like no other. I’m shy and quiet but I’m also that person who is incapable of shutting up on a 5-mile hike. So I wasn’t really sure how to answer this, which led me to taking one of those generic 10-questions-probably-not-all-that-accurate-online quizzes. Results: I’m an extrovert. (*This psych major later learned that a mix of both is called an ambivert so … )

This leads me to my first visit to Tokyo, the most populated city in the world, an oasis where personal space doesn’t exactly exist and people being shoved onto trains is normal. My visit with Joyce was nothing short of amazing, and the first few days included shopping in Harajuku (super kawaii) and visiting Shibuya Crossing, of course (pronounced Sh-bu-ya, not Sha-boo-yaaa).

Harajuku Girls
When in Japan … It’d be wrong to not jump in those cute photobooths made to make your eyes look bigger, in my case, it just made mine look freaky but hey.

And one late afternoon, I stopped in the middle of Shibuya Crossing, like the idiot that I sometimes am, and had a moment. One of those, I’m-standing-at-Palatine-Hill-for-the-first-time moments, a THIS-is-what-life-is-all-about moment, and that’s when I realized just how transformative this trip to Japan has been for me. Heck, this entire year has been transformative for me. And as I stood there in probably the busiest crosswalk in the world — surrounded by people getting off from work, people going to work, tourists like me from all walks of life, children running to keep up with their families — all complete strangers — I’ve never felt more alive.

This, coming from a person who usually hates crowds, someone who is usually muttering, “ew don’t touch me,” under my breath when a stranger gets too close. I felt nothing but joy and gratitude to be able to wander the streets of the most populated city in the world, with a great friend and travel companion no less. This, I think was my first step in learning how to do all things whole heartedly and to always find the beauty in getting lost — literally and emotionally.

Shibuya Crossing
Joyce snapped a photo of me as I stopped in awe while crossing Shibuya.
Friends at Shibuy Crossing
One night we got to meet up with my old friends Preston and Daniel from high school. The last time we saw each other was the year we graduated, 2010! Both are living and thriving in Japan now and it was so great to catch up over delicious yakitori.

What a hoot at Harajuku’s owl cafe

I never thought I’d find myself in a staring contest with an owl, and yet here I am, in a cozy little owl cafe in Tokyo.

This guy goes by Wasabi and I don’t think he likes me very much. He resisted perching up on my shoulder, wouldn’t pose for a photo — I mean look at how grouchy he looks here — and he beat me at a staring contest in less than a minute. Wasabi and his other friends mean business when it comes to  staring contests, and I quietly accept my defeat.

Tokyo owl cafe

An owl cafe. What a weird concept. Honestly, I expected nothing less from such a unique city. Japan is also home to cat, rabbit and hedgehog cafes, all of which do a really good job at making your visit a memorable one.

The owls come in various sizes and species, from tiny to huge, including a great horned owl with large sharp claws and an impressive beak (which Joyce was brave enough to hold! See below). Each bird has a tether around one foot, which you hold in your gloved hand as they perch on your arm. Sleek and clear-eyed, the owls seem calm and timid despite the fact that the tiny room is crowded.

Owl cafe tokyo

Joyce and I lucked out in finding this owl cafe. We stumbled into an information center to take a break from the hot sun and ended up getting a good deal on our visit with the owls. We paid $15 (instead of the usual $25) to spend one hour with the owls, quenched our thirst with some apple juice and left with a souvenir.

Tokyo owl cafe

Day 1 in Tokyo: First impressions of Shinjuku, wandering through Meiji-Jingu

Walking to our AirBnb from Shinjuku JR station
Walking to our AirBnb from Shinjuku JR station

We’ve arrived in Tokyo! Joyce and I are staying in a quaint AirBnb in Shinjuku. And when I say quaint, I mean it. Picture a bunk bed — with a wobbly top bunk which I have been graced with — enough floor space to only be able to stand my suitcase up, and a bathroom which combines its shower, sink and toilet. When stepping into the bathroom, you can move the sink to cover the toilet so that you have enough room to shower, or you can slide the sink off to here shower space so that you have enough room to use the toilet.

For the bargain we’re getting, we can’t really complain. Except that the photos on AirBnb showed fluffy white duvet covers, and well, we are sleeping on stuffy brown sheets. Oh well, you can’t have it all.

It’s our first morning here and my internal clock has gone haywire (Hawaii is 19 hours behind Japan). I’ve already accepted that I’m never going to know what time it actually is and that I just need to suck it up and roll with the punches.

With all priorities in order, we start our day off with coffee. We stumble into a cute coffee shop called Blue Bottle Coffee. I enjoyed my iced coffee from NOLA and Joyce and I sat and talked and planned out our day.

From there, we decided to walk to Meiji-Jingu. The Meiji Shrine is located in Shibuya, Tokyo and is the Shinto shrine that is dedicated to the deified spirits of Emperor Meiji and his wife, Empress Shōken.

Upon entering, we admired the immense torii gate. Standing tall at 40 feet, the torii gate is at the entrance to the 200-acre park which consists of 1,500-year-old cypress.

Torii gate at Meiji Jingu

Torii literally translates to bird abode, and is a traditional Japanese gate most commonly found at the entrance of or within a Shinto shrine (we plan on seeing A LOT of these while we’re here). Symbolically, torii gates mark the transition from the profane to the sacred.

As we strolled to the shrine, we walked through pathways and trees that resembled the likes of trails on the Pacific Northwest. And since Joyce and I both attended college in Portland, Oregon, we felt at ease. As soon as we got to the entrance of the shrine, we witnessed the first of three weddings we would see that day — beautiful, tranquil, and unlike any other wedding we had seen in the states.

Before entering, we paid our respects at a cleansing station by rinsing first our left hand, then our right, and then pouring some water into our left hand to rinse our mouth.

Meiji Jingu shrine

The shrine was pretty crowded but also silent in all the right places. Take the wall of prayers to the deceased emperor and empress, for example.

All written on little pieces of wood, this beautiful tribute featured prayers in a variety of different languages. Prayers asking for good fortune and health, prayers of gratitude, prayers about love and loss — and those were just the ones that I could read in English and somewhat recognize in Italian.

wall of prayers

With the option to add your own prayer to the wall, visitors are also welcome to do as the locals do and toss some yen into the offering box. Walk up the steps toward the enormous taiko drum, bow your head twice, clap twice, and bow once more.

Meiji-jingu is open sunrise to sunset. Admission is free. Take the JR Yamanote line to Harajuku station to get there (but we walked :p). 

My first flight aboard ANA Airlines

Are you wearing a hat?

Take it off.

Throw it in the air.

Three cheers for ANA airlines.

An eight hour flight can seem daunting to anyone. (Except for me because I actually love being on an airplane.) Anyway, not the point. The stewardesses on my ANA Airlines flight to Japan really set the bar high for quality service.

I started out by boarding my flight and walking down the wrong aisle. You would think it was my first flight, but whatever. So I attempt to ask — just kidding, I walk up to a stewardess with sad and sorry eyes and show her my ticket. She smiles, speaks some Japanese and some English and escorts me to my seat against flight-boarding-zombie traffic.

ANA airlines Dreamliner
View from inside my ANA airlines flight to Japan.

I try to cozy up in my middle seat. An older Japanese man has the window seat and keeps to himself and a Japanese-American girl around my age has the aisle. I’m relieved to find out that she speaks English and we immediately hit it off about our plans and who we’re meeting up with and talk about how this is both of our first trips to Japan.

Since this flight is technically a red-eye, scheduled to land at 11 p.m. the following day, I try to get some sleep. Instead, I order a plastic cup of red wine and the stewardess keeps it coming all flight.

What more, is that we also get THREE meals. Each of them surprisingly delicious — Udon noodles with ground beef was the most memorable. Last and definitely not least was the tasty mango sorbet for dessert 🙂

The seats were comfy, the bathrooms were pristine, and the thing I love most about international flights are the unlimited (and free) movies.

We’re almost there and I couldn’t be more excited!

What’s your favorite airline? Do you have any excellent flying experiences? I’d love to hear about it! 


Pre-departure vibes on my way to Japan

travel wander japan

Here I am sitting at Gate 6 at Honolulu International Airport, waiting to board my flight to Japan for the first time! This is my first international flight since 2013 and I couldn’t be more excited, yet nervous. Getting here, I was honestly a little overwhelmed — coming straight from work after having to leave early, hardly researching or planning anything, always feeling like I’m forgetting something — but I made it! I arrived early — but actually, I was literally the first person in line to check in, and the check-in counter wasn’t even open yet.

My real experience began when the ticket counters opened up for service.

Picture this: Gate agents, five along each side of the aisle separating business from economy, they recite their welcoming spiel and proceed to all bow simultaneously. To me. (OK, and like 20 other people, but still.) Anyone who has the ability to make me feel like royalty while I stand there in an oversized t-shirt, yoga pants and a pair of Birks is a winner in my book.

Now that I’m sitting at the gate, the real fun begins as I’ve realized my boarding pass says “standby” and doesn’t have a seat assignments.

“Oh shit,” I think.

And even as I ask the agent, she ever so politely asks me to wait and check back in 20 minutes. She tells me not to worry because I have a seat assignment.

I don’t even get mad or impatient over the fact that I bought a confirmed ticket so my boarding pass should already have a seat assignment because she is THAT nice.

I feel, however, like a real jerk standing up there in my baseball cap to which I completely forgot is rude. Then of course she thanks me profusely for being so patient and wishes me well.

Arigato gozaimasu. Here I go!

At least I got my pizza: My worst travel experience

Let me tell you all about my Worst. Day. Of. Travel. Ever. 

Travel airplane

I’m not being overly dramatic. I don’t entirely blame the airlines but I probably will never fly on American said airlines ever again.

It all started on my most recent trip to Seattle.

I was scheduled to leave on a Friday evening, around 7 pm. I’m at the gate, patiently waiting, when the gate agent announces that there will be a delay for at least an hour.

I thought, ok, no big deal. I was leaving from Indianapolis, with a stop at Chicago O’Hare, and then on to Seattle. An hour passed, and people around me started to freak out. Being the oblivious person that I sometimes I am, I just casually sat there reading my kindle. The agent announced that we would be delayed for at least another hour due to storms in Chicago. These storms caused O’Hare to shut down completely, meaning that no planes were landing or departing.

I took this as good news because it meant that I wouldn’t miss my connection.

Then the agent said, “If you live here in Indy, I suggest you try and change your flight until tomorrow because there’s a big chance you could get stuck in Chicago for the night.”


Everyone at the gate went ballistic. I decided to call the airlines in order to try and change my flight to the next morning. They had me on hold for half an hour. When I finally got in touch with someone, they happily changed my flight to leave the following day at 9:30 am, scheduling me to arrive in Seattle at 1:00 pm. I thought not bad, and decided to accept these changes (which were free, so that was great).

About an hour after I changed my flight, I received an automated phone call that went along the lines of, “Your flight scheduled to leave tomorrow at 9:30 am has been cancelled. We re-booked you on another flight that leaves at 11:30 am,


“What! Why?” I said into the phone, knowing that I wouldn’t get an answer.

Welp, ok, I accepted it. I looked forward to spending my Friday night with Andrew, whom I haven’t seen for a couple of days because he was working out of state.

I arrive the next day for my flight at 11:30 am, and we board the plane on time.

Thank goodness.

I was promised a window seat over the phone, but I’m assigned a middle seat instead. Oh well, I got over it pretty quickly.

We’re scheduled to make a stop at Dallas Fort Worth and the flight goes by pretty smoothly (mainly because I slept the whole time). As we began our descent, I didn’t notice that we were supposed to land at least 30 minutes ago. Then I hear an announcement from the pilot, “Uh, sorry folks… But uh… There are some pretty heavy floods going on in Dallas so they shut down the airport and aren’t allowing any flights land or depart…”

Uh, what?

“… I tried to just circle Dallas until we got the go ahead but we’re running out of fuel so we need to stop in Abilene to refuel.”

Here is where I started to get really frustrated. I was only in Seattle for a weekend and I already wasted a day just trying to get there.  We landed safely in Abilene, where ever the heck that is (Hint: It’s in the middle of nowhere), and waited in a line of about 10 other planes that needed fuel. There was one fuel truck.


Orange blue sky

I spent a whole 2 hours in Abilene and I really don’t care to ever return. As we were getting our fuel, the airport cargo people brought a bunch of pizzas to our plane and my face literally lit up. If you know me at all, you know that I live for pizza. When we finally took off, flight attendants started serving the pizza to us – one starting at the front of the plane and one at the back. I was sitting smack dab in the middle and as soon as they got to my row, they said, “Oh, sorry we ran out of pizza.”

Excuse me? You ran out of fucking pizza?!

I was livid. 1) Because I was starving, 2) Because we were having the most ridiculous delays, and 3) This flight attendant “apologized” as if to spite me and like she secretly knew how much I wanted pizza.


About 30 minutes later we’re preparing to land in Dallas. Finally. We begin our descent, and everything is great. We’re about to land, and the pilot seriously lands “too hard,” and has to take off again.

Mr. Pilot, you have ONE job.

So we circle Dallas airport like twice and finally land safely. I had never been to Dallas Fort Worth, and that airport is huge! I struggled to find my next gate, found it, only to find out that my flight’s gate changed… To the farthest possible gate in the terminal, obviously. But hey, I made it! And with time to grab a smoothie and some chips.

There was one more delay once I was on my plane to Seattle just before take off. It only lasted for 20 minutes which seemed like nothing at that point. I arrived in Seattle at 9 pm. Not completely awful but I missed out on an entire day in Seattle. At least I grabbed some Starbucks as soon as I got off the plan and headed straight to get some long-awaited pizza.

Do any of you have an awful travel story? I know mine could have been worse, but it still sucked 😛 

Reasons why I love traveling with loved ones

I’ve done a lot of traveling alone – back and forth between Hawaii and Oregon for four years, visiting my friends and Andrew in California, Indiana and Texas, and to Europe. I consider myself a very easy traveler. I usually breeze through TSA and when I’m on the plane I either sleep or read. I honestly get most of my reading done on the plane, although once I read the Da Vinci Code on an overnight train from Berlin to Paris (fitting, I know).

But recently, I’ve realized that it’s much better to travel with a partner. Yes, I’m completely capable of traveling alone and I am amazed at women who do so, but I think I’d rather travel with loved ones. When I lived in Italy and got do a bit of traveling through Europe after my study abroad program, I was stoked! I got see and do wonderful things but I remember wishing I was with either my family or Andrew.

Like when I stood at the Roman Forum for the first time, I started to tear up because that was the first time I felt super accomplished for studying abroad (something I’d been hoping to do for as long as I can remember). As I stood there, feeling proud of myself, all I wished was for my mom to be there with me because she knew that this was something I’d always wanted and so I wanted to celebrate with her.

Or when I got lost in the streets of Venice and watched in awe as loved ones rode on gondolas. All I wanted was to be able to experience something so romantic with Andrew. There’s always next time though!

Diamond Head HawaiiHere are my reasons why traveling with loved ones is so great:

1. You’ll probably never miss a flight, train or bus.
When I travel alone, I’m constantly checking the time and fighting my sleep at an airline gate. When I travel with others, we have each other to make sure we don’t miss our departure time. And if we altogether miss it, then at least we’ll all be left alone together!

2. Someone to kill time with.
Speaking of flights, travel sucks when there is a lot of downtime or delays. There’s only so much you can do to kill down before you start to literally twiddle your thumbs. Having company to wait impatiently always helps the time pass quicker.

3. You can watch each others’ bags at the airport.
It is always such a pain in the butt to roll my carry-on suitcase into bathroom stalls, and whenever I go into a handicapped stall for the extra room, there’s always an old woman outside waiting in her wheelchair side-eyeing me. With a partner, you’re free to use the bathroom or grab food while you have someone trustworthy watching your stuff.

4. You can use each other for a comfy pillow.
One of my favorite parts about traveling with Andrew. I’m free to lean on his shoulder, put my legs up without fear of bothering the person next to me and even lay in his lap if I really can’t get comfortable. He is clearly a very patient person for putting up with me so well.

5. Safety.
There are ways to stay safe while traveling alone, but I always find myself a little more relaxed when traveling with a partner because there is always someone who has my back.

6. You’ll have someone to take pictures of and with you.
I love selfies as much as the next person, but it’s great to have someone take a picture of you standing in front of the entire Eiffel Tower and not just a portion of it (maybe my selfie-taking skills are just that bad). And when looking back on all these memories, it’s always lovely to have pictures of both you and your loved ones at your all time favorite places.

7. It’s like bringing a little piece of home with you.
Homesickness happens no matter what, whether you’re wishing someone was there to experience something with you, needing a home cooked meal, or just missing your own bed. It happens. So what better way to carry a small fragment of home with you? Traveling with friends or family adds a little love and familiarity to your travels if you ever start to feel lonely or lost.

8. You’ll have someone to relive memories with.
I have an undeniably fabulous bond with the friends I studied abroad with, and we’ll always have those memories. I cherish all of my family’s vacation and will never forget all the traveling gets put into a long distance relationship. Being able to talk about places you’ve been to and things you’ve done together is a perfect way to reminisce.

Do you prefer to travel alone or with loved ones? 

Wanderlist Part One: Europe

Everyone has a bucket list of some sort. As I mentioned before, I have a really long bucket list as I started putting it together in middle school. I thought that it was about time I add it to the blog. Since it’s so long, I decided I’d categorize them by area: Africa, Asia, Central America, Europe, Middle East, North America, Pacific and South America. In today’s post, I’m focusing on Europe. So, here it goes! 🙂

  1. Ride bikes along the canals in Amsterdam
  2. Visit the Anne Frank House 
  3. La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona
  4. Get lost in Madrid
  5. Take a picture with Mona at the Louvre in Paris
  6. Eat a crepe in front of the Eiffel Tower
  7. See the Eiffel Tower at night
  8. Throw a lock over Point des Arts with Andrew
  9. Check myself out in the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles
  10. Hangout in Nice and all of the fabulous beaches in the south of France
  11. Go champagne tasting in Champagne
  12. Walk across the London BridgeStonehenge
  13. Watch Les Miserables in London
  14. Take a photo in a London phonebooth
  15. See how big Big Ben really is
  16. Look for the Queen at both Buckingham Palace and Windsor Castle (I had no such luck)
  17. Try to catch a London Guard off guard
  18. Stonehenge
  19. Pretend I’m a Hogwarts student at Oxford
  20. Go to Platform 9 3/4 
  21. Have tea & crumpets, English style
  22. Imagine a tennis match at Wimbledon
  23. Get blown away by the winds of the cliffs in Ireland
  24. Eat curry wurst in Berlin
  25. Berlin Wall
  26. Hang out in the Berliner Dome
  27. Drink Hefeweizen in Germany
  28. Be humbled at a concentration camp
  29. See my reflection at Reichstag Hefeweizen
  30. Study abroad in Italy
  31. Own a villa in Tuscany
  32. Hike in Cinque Terre
  33. Swim in the Mediterranean Sea
  34. Become a mermaid in the grottos of Capri
  35. See the ruins of Pompei
  36. Visit Sicily
  37. Learn to make pasta in Italy
  38. Go on a gondola ride in Venice with Andrew
  39. Get lost in Venice
  40. Party during Carnevale, complete with masquerade mask
  41. Tour the Vatican
  42. Mosey through the Colosseum
  43. and the Roman ForumHike in Cinque Terre
  44. Make 3 wishes in the Trevi Fountain
  45. Take goofy pictures in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa
  46. Buy an authentic Italian leather jacket in Florence
  47. Check out the size of the Statue of David
  48. Santorini! Greece! Greece! Greece!
  49. Run a lap in the Panathenaic Stadium in Athens
  50. Meteora monasteries in Thessaly, Greece. Yes, please
  51. Sail through the Greek isles
  52. Islands of Skye, Scotland
  53. Budapest, Hungary
  54. Plitvice Lakes National Park, Croatia
  55. See the Northern Lights in Finland
  56. Hike in Switzerland
  57. See the Matterhorn in Switzerland
  58. Lofoten Islands, Norway
  59. Visit the airplane wreckage in Iceland
  60. Gallipoli, Turkey
  61. Visit the Little Mermaid in Denmark
  62. Brussels, Belgium
  63. Visit Torre de Belem in Lisbon, Portugal
  64. Go down the wooden slide in Hallstatt, Austria
  65. Hay-on-Wye in Wales. All of those books. Brb I need to wipe my drool.Trevi Fountain

What’s on your European Wanderlist? Side note: I will most likely add to this 😉 


My top 3 Bucket List destinations

As part of Transun, an agency offering extraordinary travel, I am entering a competition with hopes to win a trip for two to Finland or Sweden to see the northern lights! This trip would also include full board accommodation, return flights, a husky safari, a visit to a reindeer camp, a snowmobile ride, and more! Ahhh, that would be so incredible – *fingers crossed*

Now, I have a Bucket List (who doesn’t?) but I haven’t published it to the blog yet because it is seriously so long. How does Transun expect me to choose just three destinations?! Well, I did my best. Here are my top three bucket list adventures:


Ireland Cliffs
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My most recent obsession has been Ireland and its cliffs. Right now, it is at the top of my bucket list, and after discovering that plane tickets are not that expensive to fly into Dublin, I need to start planning my trip there!

I’d love to stroll through its lovely castles, learn about its rich history and stand over its breathtaking cliffs. Oh, and drink beer of course.

Bali, Indonesia

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I would absolutely LOVE to do yoga on a beach in Bali. This amazing place is also on my list because I have been itching for some tropical sun (in places other than Hawaii, I hope you don’t think I am a spoiled brat)!

It would be a dream come true to be able to discover Bali’s culture through their street food, people and religion.


Finland northern lights
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Ah, Finland. Seeing the northern lights has always been on my bucket list but Finland’s winter wonderland safarisSanta Claus and hotel Luvattumaa are what attracts me most.

As much as I despise Midwest winters, I think it would be super chill to spend a night (or two) in a hotel with rooms made entirely out of ice. Sounds cool, I know.

The Competition

If you’re interested in entering Transun’s competition, you have until tonight at 23:59 to enter. All you need to do is write a blog post about your top three bucket list destinations, explaining why you’d love to visit them. Once its published, tweet it to @Transun using #TransunLights