It was Wednesday and the temperature was “only” -8 Celcius (you know you have been in Quebec for too long when you think -8 C is rather comfortable). After being kept indoor since before the new year due to the polar vortex where the temperature plunged below -25 C, I was bored numb. Even Netflix co...

Guys, I meant to pour down all the stories about Morocco before Christmas but it seems like it will never happen. Mostly because it’s too much snow Christmas season and all its glitters makes me want to write everything Christmas-y instead of everything Morocco-y like I am supposed to.

I was going t...

Baby, it's cold outside... like cryogenic cold, and it doesn't seem like it is going to get warmer anytime soon. I mean, look at this weather forecast for the following 5 days, it is all minus two-digit celsius. If you think the number shown is awful, there is worse; the RealFeel® Celcius, because i...

Yes, I finally write a review of an hotel. I have never interested in writing hotel reviews before but this modern hotel in downtown Montreal was so extra, I just have to talk about it.So here it goes:

So this is a very late post (if it’s a menstruation, I would have already given a birth to a triplet by now). This post is about the Blue Apple beach house in Cartagena and I have been wanting to write all about it since we got back from there. But then again, you know how Netflix life can distract...

When it was the time for us to pick a destination for this year travel, we jumped right onto the decision of making Morocco our destination of the year, solely based on these following (shallow) reasons:

1.  Neither of us have ever been to Morocco (see, I told you, shallow),

2.  The Sahara d...

At an ungodly hour this morning, my phone buzzed. I turned it off without even bothered to check if it was a phone call, a message, an alarm, or an e-mail.And then it buzzed again and I turned it off again, only this time with grumbles. I put the phone back onto the nightstand. It buzzed again. Relu...

So it started on last week late Friday afternoon when my boss, all of the sudden, asked if I was available to go on a mission to Haiti on the next Monday, and I non-challantly answered that it wouldn’t be a problem at all. Because jumping on the first plane to a country you’re not sure where it is a...

Dear diary,

When I am asked about one thing I hate about traveling, I have a straight answer: the check points and immigration gates. Well, I hate the authorities in general. I have this constant subconscious guilt that I might have done a crime without even knowing it (I must’ve been a fugitive in my previous ...