While winter camping in a yurt, I barbecued steak pie and drank wine. Oh-so-Canadian.
I looked around to make sure the coast was clear—it’s winter so I’m the only person in the Algonquin Park Visitor Centre....
When I'm away, I become someone else. Instinct and spontaneity return. Without the stress of work, without the familiarity locking me into habits and patterns, I listen to my gut, which means, I also take risks. I become more, well, more me!
I eat at restaurants alone and I don't care if people stare-- they're staring more from the fact the blond hair and fair skin scream, 'I'm not a local!' Especially in Indonesia last year when I had locals take pictures of me.