My Top Five Reasons For Wanting To Live In Europe

1. The proximity to other countries

  • No longer would you need to endure a seven hour, $1500 flight to experience a completely different culture. Budget airlines rule the European skies and make long-weekend jaunts affordable and timely.

2. Not living in North American culture

  • This is a big one for me. Leave behind massive, overly-salted portions of hamburgers, french fries and pizza, gun-obsessed neighbours to the south, and possibly the worst excuse of public transportation in the modern world (more on that later), for smaller portions of food, proper pints of beers, not-so-gun-obsessed neighbours, and public transportation to whisk you away to any corner of Europe in hours. Simple.

3. Music

  • If you go through my iTunes 80% of the bands I listen to are from Europe. How often do I get to see their gigs? Never. Enough said.


  • Walk down any high street in any European city and notice how well put together everyone is? Amazing. Far different to the typical ‘jeans too baggy, XL t-shirt and XL hoody’ that plague the streets of the city I live in. I’m not even that fashion-forward, but I can definitely appreciate a well put together outfit.

5. Public Transportation

  • I do not like to drive, I don’t enjoy it, if I could I would never do it again. However, North America is essentially built around the personal automobile, so in short – the public transit sucks here. Also, due to the vastness of this ginormous country it would take days to drive across it, and the train would take even longer. I don’t think it’s right to live somewhere where the public transit takes longer than driving yourself. If you want to get people to leave their cars at home, make taking the train a more convenient option *cough* high speed rail *cough*.

Hello Stranger.

Hello Stranger.

Have you ever seen an inanimate object for the first time in years and felt like you were meeting an old friend again? Almost as though the walls could talk and remind you of various events that happened once upon a time.

I found retracing my steps in Acton, London this past September to do exactly that. Saying “hello” to an old friend after years without a proper “good-bye”.

So, what’s with the name?

Glad you asked.

When I tossed around the idea of starting yet another blog, but with a promise that it wouldn’t be abandoned after ten posts, I started the elusive search for a blog name. It needed to be something clever, a little bit strange if it was going to directly relate to me, something that’s easy to remember and finally, something funny.

I could have just used my name as it totally fits under my outlined criteria, clever, strange, relates to me, not too easy to remember, but is totally funny because no one knows how to say it properly the first time. No. In my mind blogs that are named after the person who writes them remind me of Perez Hilton. Enough said.

Gin and Limey – a slight variation of my all-time favourite drink of choice, a gin and lime, or Tom Collins – whatever you prefer. I was introduced to gin during my first year of University when I was told that it “tastes like Christmas”, well I love Christmas so I bought a bottle of gin and decided to see if I could, in fact, taste Christmas. Shockingly, I could and thus began my love affair with gin and gin and lime to be precise. However, when searching the list of already taken names for blogs, Gin and Lime was already taken by a blog that has had zero activity. Frustrating, yes.

So began the search of finding another name for Gin and Lime, or Gin and Tonic. Tom Collins was also taken so I took to google and it brought me to a website that had a short history about the Gin cocktail. Intriguing. I learned exactly how a lime was incorporated to this delightful beverage.

Of course the final component to the classic gin and tonic is a slice of lime, and it is also linked to disease prevention and European expansion.  In 1747, British surgeon James Lind carried out an experiment on mariners aboard a Royal Navy ship.  His findings illustrated that a lack of Vitamin C caused scurvy.  By the late nineteenth century, Royal Navy ships provided a mandatory daily ration of limes for sailors to fight the disease (hence the British nickname “limey” )- via Active History

Et voila. A blog name was born. Although I’m no sailor I do make sure I get my weekly rations of lime each weekend. So I don’t, y’know catch a bit of scurvy. 😉