The voice behind the blog
I’m the friend who quietly hands you the window seat.
I travel slowly and paint badly, and I’ve learned that both are mostly an excuse to pay attention. Somewhere between a half-finished watercolor and a train I almost missed, I started becoming someone I actually recognized.
This journal is where I write it down — not a guidebook, not a highlight reel. Just letters about the places that rearranged me, sent to women who suspect they’re due for a little rearranging too.
From the journal
The latest letters
Written from the road, in no particular hurry.
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What I learned after a month traveling alone
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Blog post 1
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Hello world!
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From my own pack
Things I actually use when I travel
Not a packing list, not a sponsorship reel — just the few things I’ve carried long enough to trust. If one of them ends up in your bag too, I’ll have done my job.
A note: some links below are affiliate links. If you find something here worth carrying, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. I only ever point to things I’ve packed myself.
Staying connected
An eSIM that simply works
I stopped queuing at airport kiosks the day I started loading a data plan before I landed. It’s quietly become the first thing I pack — long before the paintbrushes.
See the one I use →Peace of mind
Insurance I never think about
The good kind of safety net is the kind you forget you’re wearing. This is the cover I’ve leaned on through delayed trains and one very stubborn fever in Porto.
Why I trust it →For the sketchbook
The watercolor kit that fits a coat pocket
Twelve half-pans, one water brush, and no excuse not to stop and look properly. Most of the paintings in these letters began here, balanced on a knee.
What’s in my kit →Before you wander off
The next letter is already half-written.
Leave a forwarding address and I’ll send it when it’s ready — somewhere between a fjord and a finished page.
