Recalling travel days in photos

For those of you who are new here, I wanted to share some photos I took while living abroad in England. I lived there for three months in 2008, and again from 2011-2012 for six months. It changed me, formed me, and was such a gift. It, in many ways, launched my love for capturing beauty through photos, as well as writing and sharing my journey.  I don’t know what it is, but when we get away from ‘normal’, it seems we are more aware of our surroundings!

These photos are all available for purchase through digital file or prints, so please let me know if you are interested! (digital file is $40 each, prints: 5×7 $10, 8×10, $20) Enjoy!

Paris, France

Paris, France

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Travel prints: Now available for order

Architecture, to me, is one of the most fascinating things to photograph when travelling. Our world is such a diverse and beautiful place. When I travel, there have been a few key things that always catch my eye… doors, bridges, bikes, boats, broken down stone, you name it!

Now, you can order your own custom print of any of the following photographs, in the following sizes. Each photo will come with a label on the back, telling the story of that location and photo. Photos were taken in such places as: England, Paris, Prague, and Italy.

All prices include shipping, and will be sent within ten days of order.

8×10 – $25
11×14 – $40
12×18 – $50

Get a deal! Order 3 or more photos, you will receive a 10% discount off the overall price. Payment must be received before photos will be delivered, via Paypal or eTransfer.

For any questions, please email lanilupul@gmail.com.

Copyright, Lani Lupul 2015

Seaside town, England

Seaside town, England

Eiffel Tower, Paris, France

Eiffel Tower, Paris, France

Blue door, Liverpool, England

Blue door, Liverpool, England

Seaside pub, Leigh-On-Sea, England

Seaside pub, Leigh-On-Sea, England

Green door, Oxford, England

Green door, Oxford, England

Red door, York, England

Red door, York, England

Big Ben, London, England

Big Ben, London, England

Canoe, York, England

Canoe, York, England

Bridge, Chelmsford, England

Bridge, Chelmsford, England

Bike, Rome, Italy

Bike, Rome, Italy

Autumn color, Ripley, England

Autumn color, Ripley, England

Tall brown door, Oxford, England

Tall brown door, Oxford, England

Stately green door, London, England

Stately green door, London, England

Notting Hill, London, England

Notting Hill, London, England

Black door, Liverpool, England

Black door, Liverpool, England

Green door, Liverpool, England

Green door, Liverpool, England

Welcome home, Chelmsford, England

Welcome home, Chelmsford, England

Black door, Leigh-On-Sea, England

Black door, Leigh-On-Sea, England

Black door, Notting Hill, London, England

Black door, Notting Hill, London, England

Autumn, Chelmsford, England

Autumn, Chelmsford, England

Thirty – Travel Photo Book now available

It wasn’t quite like Jennifer Garner’s transformation. I didn’t find myself in a closet chanting “I want to be thirty, flirty, and thriving” while pixie dust sparkled down from my doll house.  I didn’t tell my best friend who had a crush on me to buzz off. And I didn’t dance Thriller like it was 1984.

Ah, but what a year it was! It started with some heart ache; then had some grit and work in the middle; and it ended with six months of exploring England and other parts of Europe.  You could say I also explored my heart, my faith, and my purpose.  Perhaps that will be another book some day!  I’ve put together a small (7″x7″) photo book of 30 of my favourites photos from my 30th year abroad celebrating, well, life. The book is filled with my favourite ‘door’ pictures, bridges, and snapshots from throughout England, Rome, Paris, and Prague.

The photo book is now available on http://www.blurb.com in soft and hard cover. Feel free to explore the pages of Thirty here

Thirty

We’ll Always Have Paris

One of my besties and I entered our 30’s in the last year and we wanted to do something to celebrate and hallmark the new season. It finally worked out, and she came to visit England and we had three days in Paris together. I was there six years ago, but it was her first time. We mapped out the “must sees”, booked a decent Eurostar/hotel package and figured we would wing the rest.

From what I have heard, Paris is very French. I know, “Really?!”  Everywhere we turned there were patisseries with locals stopping for their morning or evening baguette.  We smelled like smoke at the end of a day’s journey. Paris, like any European city, is full of fantastic old architecture with floral shops on the corner, even in winter.  I attempted to order a croissant in French and found myself uttering Italian in thanks. In embarrassment, I realized I was attempting three languages and botching it all!

We were travelling on a budget and neither of us fancy seafood or delicacies so our food experiences could’ve been much different than some. On one particular night we decided we would “eat out” and spend a bit more. We looked at the menu of one restaurant and agreed there was something we’d both like. I was craving a good steak, as even in England I find the beef is just not like home! (Oh how excited I am for a barbequed Alberta steak!) We both ordered steak and fries (that was the side offered). However, it looked more like raw hide leathered thin to the embarrassment of the animal sacrificed for our delight. We thought, “Ok. This is steak in Paris.” There was no gristle (as expected on a steak). It tasted off. I didn’t finish it. Later this week we were told that we likely had horse in Paris as if it didn’t say “beef” it likely wasn’t. Images of my little horse Flicka danced through my mind and I shuddered thinking of that steak!

Later that same night, we agreed to go out for dessert. Note to self and all travellers: you pay for location. We were in the Trocadero district, which provides a fantastic night view of the Eiffel Tower. After finding a menu that offered desserts from about 5-8 euro we went in. Welcomed with a “bonsoir”, we were shown to a table. I opted for the homemade chocolate cake and my friend the flan (pronounced “flah-n” as she was corrected when ordering!) Excited at the presentation we saw at the bakery counter, we were sure that our splurge would prove good. However, we looked over our shoulder and saw the waitress take my “homemade chocolate cake” out of plastic, toss it on plate, and ta da, there was my piece of chocolate loaf and her flah-n, 11 euros later.

So our night where we decided to splurge a bit, we were fed horse and packaged desserts!! We laugh about it now, and I guess we got a story!

We could see the Eiffel Tower from our hotel balcony, off in the distant haze of the city.  The metro in Paris is very easy to use and they make it quite navigable to get to all the main sites. The Montmarte area of Paris proved to be a favourite with a lucky stumble upon a good quiche in a teeny French country bakery. On our third day we took a train ride 40 minutes out of Paris to a palace at Fontainbleau. Riding the train through French villages, then arriving to eat crepes with the sun shining was a great way to spend our last day in France!

For shopping, we found the best street was Rue de Rivoli, the same street the Louvre is on. Champs Elysses is cool, but not realistic for “normal shoppers” 😉

Paris is lovely, and you should go someday. Bundle up if you go in the wintertime! I have been told if you can enjoy a city when it is cold, then you know that it’s an amazing city.  I wouldn’t expect a whole lot out of customer service or food if you’re on a budget (aside from croissants and coffee!), but you should go.  There is something thrilling and surreal about the Eiffel Tower, and that in itself is worth a train ticket, expensive coffee and packaged dessert!

Again I repeat, while feeling a bit like “Dorothy”, the red shoes are fun to wear for a time in life, but there really is no place like home.  My friend and I rang in 31 with memories, laughs, and an adventure. We both returned with a very thankful heart for home!

So my friend and to anyone else just entering their thirties —-  here’s to our 30’s being full of great expectations, surprises, adventures with those we love, and finding home along the way.