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Leaf peeping is a favorite autumn activity in New England, and there is no better place to see the array than the colorful mountains surrounding the Kancamagus Highway in New Hampshire. From Boston, you can cruise up route 93 all the way to the adorable little town of Lincoln, where route 112 begins in the White Mountains. Originally meant to connect Lincoln with the Eastern New Hampshire hub of Conway, the Kancamagus highway has become one of the USA’s most popular autumnal scenic byways. When asking for directions, make sure you ask for the Kank-ah-MAH-gus, or simply the “Kanc.” Opened in 1959, the Kanc is named after a noted Native American of the southern New Hampshire region named Kancamagus, meaning “the fearless one.” Twenty-six miles of the highway have been designated a National Scenic Byway, and driving through the White Mountains during the peak of leaf peeping season, it is…

I escaped Edinburgh on Sunday and decided to explore a famous old fishing village in the Kingdom of Fife. This town is famous for exactly three things: it is known as the home of golf, it has the oldest university in Scotland, and it was where a famous Prince fell in love with a commoner. If you guessed St. Andrews, then you’re right! Which of the clues gave it away for you, the sport, the education, or the love story? Well no matter what your answer, or even if you didn’t have a clue about any of them, St. Andrews is a bustling town of fairytale stone buildings and cobblestoned streets and no matter what your interests may be, it has a little taste of Scotland for everyone. The bus from Edinburgh to St. Andrews was easy—once we found the stop. It was hidden back on George Street which runs…

One of my favorite scenes from the movie “Made of Honor” is when Hannah and her Scottish fiancé, Colin, are sitting at the dinner table discussing baby names with Colin’s Aunt and Uncle. “Little Atholl,” suggests the aunt in her thick Scottish accent, mimicking stroking a baby in her arms. Now to Hannah, as to you or I, Atholl (which sounds exactly like that certain swear used used to reference a jerk) would not be a name we would name a child. But in Scotland, it was the Duke of Atholl who rebuilt the little village of Dunkeld after a 16- hour battle with the Jacobites and piped a water supply for the villagers. Today, a beautiful gothic fountain sits in the oldest part of Dunkeld called the Cross, where the mercat (or market) once stood. This fountain was built in 1866 to commemorate the 6th Duke of Atholl who…

Angus Graham picked us up at 8:00 a.m. sharp. The side of the black minivan read “Skye Island Tours” and standing at the driver’s side door was a man with a broad smile who greeted us with a friendly handshake and a warm hello in  a thick Scottish accent. We clambered in and buckled up for the journey to the Misty Isle. Gus was a weathered guide of Skye with humor and wit and years of great stories to tell. He had grown up on the Isle of Skye, but had left to join the army in London. He became a police officer (much to Mom’s sanity as he zigzagged along the narrow roads of Loch Ness from years of experience) and told us he had come back to Skye fifteen years ago. I told him I was a writer working on a blog during my time in Scotland and he says, “Well,…

It is day two of my Scottish adventure! I flew into Edinburgh airport from Dublin on Aer Lingus yesterday with my family and rented a minivan to drive right up through the beautiful Cairngorms National Park on the A9 road to Inverness. It had been 36 hours since we had all slept by that point, so I napped for the majority of the way in the backseat as we drove through. However, when we arrived in Inverness, all eyes were bright and eager to see the town known as the capital of the Highlands. We decided to first find the accommodation we would be staying at. As we are a family of four with three girls (much to my Dad’s patience and grey hairs) we need our space and decided that renting a cottage with three bedrooms and two full bathrooms through AirBnB was our best course of action. We…

If you look closely at the bench, you will see a phrase etched into the stone face. I start with this bench because it is actually the start of my story. “Where’s Galway?” I asked my cousin when he returned from his own semester abroad. Before I even considered which college I wanted to go to, I knew I wanted to study abroad. I don’t know when I decided I wanted to go, I just knew I would travel somewhere old and beautiful. My cousins had gone abroad while I was a freshman in high school, and as they were the closest thing to older siblings that I had, I thought they were pretty bad-ass to travel across an entire ocean alone. It was never a question of where, either. Ireland is where my roots are (as you can see by my ghostly pale face and mane of red hair),…

John Steinbeck exposed the beauty of the Amalfi Coast in Italy to the tourist world when he wrote an article in 1952 in Harper’s Bazaar about the town of Positano. He most famously said, “It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.” Positano and the Amalfi Coast are now beckoningly real to me. I spent my last abroad trip there this past weekend alongside my best friend from home whom is studying in Florence. It was a weekend of fun in the sun, but I never think Steinbeck would have predicted his article to cause as much of a boom in tourism as it has in the villages that sit on the hills of the coast. I decided that the best and easiest way to see everything that Amalfi has to offer (as well as travel there…

“Let’s go to the beach-each, let’s go get away!” I finally got to have my first proper beach trip of the semester! I say proper because the weather in Barcelona was “Sunny and 75” (Let’s see how many more songs I can reference in this post)! Barcelona was such a fun weekend getaway and a complete spur of the moment trip! I had nothing to do last weekend and the flights were so cheap that I couldn’t pass it up! I think the most amazing part of this mini vacation though was the view from my hostel. I walked out the front door and I was just inches from the sand. Yes, that is my view! I stayed right down the beach from the famous W Hotel where all the celebs stay and I paid about 1/20th of the price per night! My first morning in Barcelona I spent exploring.…

This past week has been a whirlwind as I explored the beautiful country of Italy for spring break. I visited two regions, three cities, and five villages all in the course of four days. Despite the time crunch, I saw more history than in any other country I have visited; I also ate more pasta, pizza, and gelato than I ever have in my life. The first stop of the trip was an overnight stay in the small city of Pisa. You can’t go to Italy without seeing the infamous leaning tower and taking the cliché picture of pushing it back in to place! The day we went was Easter Sunday and the streets were bustling with people shopping at the local flea market taking place in the city square. There was much more to the city than I had anticipated, and snapping that one picture was definitely worth the overnight…

The month of March has been all about exploring the beautiful country I have been living in for the past two months. I’ve had visitors along the way to go on these adventures with, and this past week I was lucky enough to have my family along with me. I took them to a few places I had already been, the must sees of Ireland, Blarney Castle, the Cliffs of Moher, and Connemara and Kylemore Abbey. But I also was able to travel to new parts of the country I would not have seen otherwise (thanks to Dad’s need to have his own car despite having to drive on the other side of the road). My mom’s family is where my Irish roots are. My Nana is 100% Irish; her parents actually met on the boat coming over to America from Ireland when they were just 16 years old. Griffin…