At the age of 20, I skipped college graduation and embarked on my first international adventure. I stayed with my great grandma in a tiny Slovenian village of 300 people and something within me changed. I fell in love with the slower pace of life and the culture that surrounded me.

Fast forward to 2007. I became what is considered a workaholic. I worked in the fast paced advertising industry in Toronto from the age of 23 and never took full vacations in fear of falling behind in emails. It became my life day in and day out. It wasn't until I decided to take off solo to Norway when I was 30 that my love of travel truly blossomed.