Lizzie Mulherin

Lizzie Mulherin

I like to think the decrepit state of my passport is justified by an innate inability to sit still, but really I just shouldn’t have nice things. Luckily, I can’t spill wine over travel (or can I?). I’ve called four countries home in the last five years, but my heart bleeds true blue - #patriotic. I once lived in a van chasing surf around Europe for two months to hone my hammock-sleeping skills, then camped out in a Mongolian yurt on a Spanish olive farm owned by a man named Nacho. What I lack in general domestic ability I make up for with a talent for making breakfast on the go (hint: peanut butter is key). But what I’m most proud of is my particular knack for draining any excuse for savings in favour of spontaneous trips abroad.