Travel Diary: White wine and burritos

My second diary entry and I’m still getting the hang of sharing things without over-thinking it. Is anybody else like that too? My mind runs overtime trying to decide whether ever single person in the entire world is going to find some value in what I share, even though I know that’s impossible. Silly brain, just chill out and let me do my thang. Do you ever get to Monday and wonder what the heck you did all weekend? Where was I? What did I do? Who did I see? It’s almost as if there’s a Bermuda Triangle just for weekends, where all your fun memories go to hide so that you can look like a blank-minded buffoon when a colleague asks you, “What’d you do on the weekend?” Lately I’ve taken to really enjoying Friday nights. It has been a long time since I went out on a Friday night, trust me, but when you do it and then wake up on Saturday morning and realise you still have the whole weekend ahead of you, it feels like the weekend is extra long. I went to a travel networking event, Travel Massive, at Stokehouse in Brisbane on Friday night and (...)