Who I Am?
I’m Merily, a 34-year-old woman from a small town in Estonia with a serious love for travel. I love nature, discovering new places, and that feeling when the next adventure is already on the horizon. Long flights and road trips don’t bother me when I know there’s somewhere new waiting at the other end.
At the same time, I really value being at home, the comfort of everyday routines, and those little moments that somehow turn into the memories you treasure most. I’m a very nostalgic person and often find myself looking back fondly on my childhood and the trips I’ve taken over the years.
My biggest childhood dream was to have a Chow Chow of my own. At one point, I actually had two of them, as well as Alice, my Newfoundland. All three shaped me in more ways than I could have imagined at the time.
How It All Started
I didn’t really travel as a child. My first “trip abroad” was at 16, when I was working near the Latvian border and crossed over to Latvia to buy ice cream. I went on my first — and last — cruise to Sweden when I was 17, and my first ever flight was to England with a friend. We paid for that trip with the money from our first tax refunds, because back then we simply didn’t have spare money for travelling.
Our proper travel tradition began in the spring of 2015, when my partner and I took our first real holiday somewhere warm. Turkey, all-inclusive — the classic Estonian way to do it. After that, it became a tradition to escape somewhere warm once a year, usually in February or March. Egypt, Tunisia, always a package holiday and always all-inclusive.
In between those trips, I travelled to different countries for dog shows and tried to make the most of every trip by exploring as much as I could while I was there. Then the pandemic happened, and travelling came to a complete stop for a couple of years.
In February 2023, a group of us finally took our first long-haul trip and flew to Cuba. On a package holiday, of all things. To this day, I’m not entirely sure why we chose to travel that far on an organised package, especially since I ended up finding so many interesting local guides online. We met up with some of them while we were there, and those experiences gave us some of the most vivid memories from the entire trip.
January 2024 was the turning point. For the first time, I planned the whole trip myself for our group, this time to the Dominican Republic. The trip turned into quite an experience — so much so that our story even ended up in a local newspaper back home. We haven’t been on a package holiday since.
That trip made me realise just how much I love planning travel. I can happily spend days researching a destination and piecing together the best possible route. I’ll take small, authentic places over big cities and a long road trip over lying by the pool any day. Although every now and then, I’m perfectly happy doing absolutely nothing and spending the day by the pool too.
Why I Started This Blog
For years, my partner and I focused on work and reaching one goal after another. Like so many people, we had a list of things we wanted to do “one day”. But at some point, I realised that my list had changed. I no longer wanted a new terrace or new office furniture. I wanted more time, more experiences, and more of the world.
In February 2026, we set off on a nearly six-week road trip to Greece with our 12-year-old Newfoundland, Alice. It wasn’t just a holiday. We wanted to find out whether we could actually handle being away from home for that long, and whether the kind of life we had been talking about would feel right once we were actually living it.
When we got home, Alice was the only one of the three of us who was happy to be back. Sadly, that happiness lasted only a week. Losing her put a lot of things into a completely different perspective. It made me realise even more clearly that life isn’t something you should keep putting off for later.
We had talked about selling the house before, especially with everything going on in the world. But it wasn’t just a house to me — it was my childhood home. I had spent every school holiday, weekend and any other free moment I had there. Even though we had already renovated most of it, there were still so many things that reminded me of my grandparents and my childhood. The morning after we said goodbye to Alice, I woke up and told Mait that I was finally ready to sell the house. Read the full story about selling our home.
And somewhat unexpectedly, that’s how I became a travel blogger. People seemed genuinely interested in what we were doing next and where we were heading. So I decided to create a place where I could share it all.
This is where I’ll write honestly about our journey — from travel planning and budgets to the things that go right, the things that go wrong, and the moments no guidebook ever tells you about. I’ll also share bits and pieces of everyday life along the way, because life doesn’t simply stop just because the next flight is already booked.
I don’t know exactly where this journey will take us in the end. But that’s exactly what I want to document here — the good moments and the difficult ones, without trying to make any of it look prettier than it really is.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I hope you’ll find some inspiration here, a useful tip or two, or simply a good travel story.
If you’d like to follow along between blog posts, you can also find me on Facebook and Instagram.