![Get out of [London]town: Five favorite spots in England…outside the capital.](https://www.candaceroserardon.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/339_582054151666_1510835_37246530_8062_n.jpg "Get out of [London]town: Five favorite spots in England…outside the capital.")
Over the past year, I’ve been trying to slowly add to my list of UK destinations outside London. To travel around the country enough so that my perception of England isn’t just, well, England = London.
It was the perfect kind of night for a snowfall: me with nowhere to go, a warm flat to cozy up in, and a friend’s manuscript to read through–all while watching the world turn white.
As much as I loved life on a black pearl farm in French Polynesia, it was our weekly trips to Ahe’s village that I looked forward to the most–for the movement they offered to our routine and for the chance to be a part of the community.
No matter how grey the sky, no matter how packed the trains, sometimes London does something right. Even as the temperatures plummeted, this past weekend reminded me of why I fell in love with this city in the first place: London brings people together.
Three days in Macau were my first on Chinese soil, and I can still remember the island’s glowing red lanterns, yellow coils of incense, sweet-smelling almond cakes, and the twisting tiled streets that led up to the ruins of St. Paul’s.
I’m thrilled to announce that not only has Nellie Haung officially launched the first issue of WildJunket Magazine today, but that yours truly is contributing editor. Nothing like a childhood dream come true, ay?
Last time we’d checked, we were in Washington D.C., but with such a structure before us, its limestone exterior gleaming against the bold blue sky, we couldn’t help thinking we’d somehow found our way to Paris.
As this blog switches names, what is really changing is the lens through which each post is read–that it’s not only about where you travel or how you get there, but the spirit behind it. That insatiable desire for new places and different air.
It’s that time again: when, whether or not you have plans for the night, you can’t help but be infected by the excitement in the air. The buzz of one year coming to an end and another about to begin, the intoxicating thrill of fireworks and champagne.
The past week or so has brought a surge of year-in-review posts from fellow travel bloggers. No matter how much these posts may resemble each other, they all matter simply because we’re telling our stories.