One of the most spectacular hikes in the Picos de Europa, winding through dramatic gorges, cliffside paths and mountain tunnels before reaching the picture-perfect village of Caín. Alongside the breathtaking scenery came reflections on healing, growth and the unexpected moments that remind us how far we’ve travelled, both on the trail and within ourselves.
Hike 1 – Calabres to Poncebos
Hike 1: Arenas de Cabrales – Poncebos – Tielve – Poncebos
Our first day in the Picos de Europa eased us gently into the mountains with rivers of icy blue water, quiet valley trails, butterflies, mountain-top lunches and a refreshing swim beneath towering peaks. A beautiful reminder that sometimes the best adventures begin with taking the slower route and trusting what lies around the next bend.
Picos Des Europa – The arrival
Travel Day
A long travel day from the coast to the mountains, complete with early morning bag repairs, Barcelona traffic, airport coffees and plenty of laughter. As the peaks of the Picos de Europa came into view, so did the excitement for the adventure ahead. A story about travel, family, recalculating ambitious hiking plans and the joy of exploring the mountains with my mum.
Dancing Through Storms: Embracing Change and Healing
I went to Singapore somewhat begrudgingly. I felt like it was not my place. I do not love living in big cities for too long. I do not love humidity. I love mountains and I love the ocean. Wide spaces. Fresh air. Somewhere, my body can exhale. And yet, something in me knew I had…
The Crocodile Path
I’ve been receiving some of life’s lessons in rather humorous ways lately, little anecdotes that land like pearls of wisdom, impossible to ignore. This one still makes me laugh. There’s a park near my apartment, one of the only green spaces I can run in. If I string two parks together, I can stretch my…
Anxious/Avoidant Dance
My life has certainly been far from boring. And yet, somehow, I have got to a place where I would love nothing more than structure, stability, and a permanent cupboard to put my clothing in. And yet, once again, I have packed everything up into the same suitcases, stood at passport control, withstood the uncomfortable…
Reclaiming my voice.
I am writing this to reclaim my voice. For a long time, it was silenced. Slowly, subtly, in ways that are hard to explain unless you have lived them. I was made to feel like the “crazy ex,” like my emotions were the problem, like my needs were too much. And yet, when I look…
The Butterfly’s Magic
The Butterfly’s Magic | Emil & Helia – A Story About Love and Freedom
Colour, Fabrics and Flavours: Rediscovering Joy in Singapore
So much colour and vibrancy today. My creative heart was honestly jumping for joy. After spending so much time exploring alone, it felt really special to share the adventure with someone. There’s something about good company that softens the edges of a city and makes everything feel a little more alive. Gardens on the Bay…
The lost parts of me.
As I flew away from Rome, something inside me broke. The further I travelled from Europe, the further I drifted from you. They keep telling me our love was an illusion, but if it was, why does my heart still ache like this? Why does every path I try to forge lead me back to…
my grateful plate 