Tag Archives: Backpacking

#OrangeTravels: Running Around Rome


Let this be known. If you’re going convince yourself it’s a good idea to save on hostel money by sleeping at the airport, I’m here to tell you that you that it is NOT worth it. In fact, screw those 6am flights, no thank you RyanAir. While flying from Barcelona to Rome, I slept hugging my backpack on the cold, sad, airport floor while the floor cleaner was going on the entire time. I never said all parts of backpacking was glamorous.

When I finally arrived in Rome at 8am, I was dead tired, the hostel staff at Legends were unfriendly folk and while I felt an obligation to experience Rome, I just wanted to curl up in a lump and PTFO.

One of my favourite highlights of this trip was visiting the closed Trevi Fountain. Yes, you read that correctly, the bloody thing was under god-damn construction. It was completely covered in scaffolding and all the water had been drained. At first I was pissed, I had flown around the world to see this landmark and I was gypped of the experience! But after taking a moment to let it sink it, I realize that I was among the 1% to EVER see it in this state. The 99% have all seen a ‘normal’ Trevi Fountain and I should be honoured that I got to see it in this unique form. A simple change of perspective was all it took. And you know what – the fountain did look pretty cool under all that scaffolding, I felt like I was a part of history!

Of course some other highlights was visiting the Vatican, exploring the Colosseum, Pantheon and Roman Forum. These were great sights and all but 100% of the time I was surrounded by tourists. I couldn’t imagine living in a city like this. It made me realize how lucky I was to live in Vancouver. *Cue homesickness*


Side note: does anyone else think the Colosseum looks like a giant vagina? Looking for a friend here.


#OrangeTravels: Barcelona


Ah, Barcelona: overcrowded, super-touristy, ultra commodified and yet it still holds a special place in my heart as one of my favourite cities. I had been travelling inland for several weeks now and had a deep yearning to be near the water and the mountains again (I mean, I am from Vancouver). I found this spot overlooking the beaches, climbed over the railings, dangled my legs over the edge and watched the waves crashing against the concrete blocks below – I had found my happy place.

One of my absolute favourite things about any city is their markets. I live for markets. There I can sample a whole range of “local” foods/ drinks at a fairly cheap price. At their famous Boqueria Market, I found fresh seafoods, pastries, mountains of cheap fruits and veggies and 1 Euro juices! This was a city of indulgence.

I stayed at the Sant Jordi Sagrada Familia hostel which I 100% recommend. Some of the best and friendliest staff who took the time to show me all the hidden spots within the city. Super cool lounge area with a indoor skate park, topped with nightly drinking games and bar crawl every night, this hostel had partying down to a science.

Normally I’d write more but honestly, most of the trip was spent wandering every inch of the city, checking out the Sagrada Familia, Park Guell, burning my ass at the beach, and a whole lot of self-reflection.