“I’m going to Sardinia – got any recommendations?” is one of the questions I get asked the most from both friends and followers – funnily enough, even more than: “What do your parents think about your pole dancing?” (Short answer:…
San Francisco left a permanent mark on me during my 2014 solo Couchsurfing trip across the United States, so I jumped right on the opportunity of coming back for conferences and workshops. Not only that: this blog post marks my…
I went on a short, way too rushed two-day trip to Bristol a few weekends ago. It’s a lovely city break from London and a place I definitely want to explore with more time – but if, like me, you…
In case you missed my Insta spam, I went to Ghent to speak at a conference and lived the dream. The city was an actual gem. So here’s my pole dancer guide to Ghent for you to enjoy it too. …
In December I took some much needed time off and visited my best friend who lives in Porto. Here’s some very basic advice on what to do over a long weekend there. Getting there I flew to Porto for less…
ICYMI, I spent a year and a half of my life in Sydney, Australia. I’m very happy to have moved back to London and to Europe, where my friends, family and heart are, but my time in Sydney was fun,…
Back in Washington DC, you say? I thought it would have been a while before I got back to the States after my 2014 solo Couchsurfing trip. Little did I know that good old academia would take me back to…
If you’ve spoken to me at least a few times, you probably know I enjoy fucking myself in the head with the pros and cons of social media. You know, soul- and time-sucking, fake identities and addiction vs. space to…
Now that I’m far away from Italy’s beautiful, boiling summer, the timing seems perfect for a little nostalgia. This blog post is my very own guide to Naples, to help you find something to do, eat and drink in this…
When I’m home, I’m generally boring AF. I don’t go out much, and when I do I follow my friends to whichever bar is popular at the moment. I’m not a huge clubber and, to me, Sardinia doesn’t mean ‘party’……
