
Liisa Ladouceur
Music and Culture Reporter at Freelance
Content and Engagement Director at friends.ca
Writer, travel blogger, content maker. Mostly tweet at night. Mostly.
Articles
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2 months ago |
thespec.com | Liisa Ladouceur
As a single traveller, I’ve been to many a romantic destination solo, and I can assure you that New York, Marrakesh and Paris are no less magical when you’re at a table for one. But until recently, there was one place my heart couldn’t handle visiting: the one that reminded me of my ex. From the moment I first stepped foot in Mexico, back in my 20s, I was in love — with the scent of the tropical air, with the sound of Latin American Spanish, and with the man who took me there.
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2 months ago |
ourwindsor.ca | Liisa Ladouceur
As a single traveller, I’ve been to many a romantic destination solo, and I can assure you that New York, Marrakesh and Paris are no less magical when you’re at a table for one. But until recently, there was one place my heart couldn’t handle visiting: the one that reminded me of my ex. From the moment I first stepped foot in Mexico, back in my 20s, I was in love — with the scent of the tropical air, with the sound of Latin American Spanish, and with the man who took me there.
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2 months ago |
theifp.ca | Liisa Ladouceur
As a single traveller, I’ve been to many a romantic destination solo, and I can assure you that New York, Marrakesh and Paris are no less magical when you’re at a table for one. But until recently, there was one place my heart couldn’t handle visiting: the one that reminded me of my ex. From the moment I first stepped foot in Mexico, back in my 20s, I was in love — with the scent of the tropical air, with the sound of Latin American Spanish, and with the man who took me there.
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2 months ago |
stcatharinesstandard.ca | Liisa Ladouceur
As a single traveller, I’ve been to many a romantic destination solo, and I can assure you that New York, Marrakesh and Paris are no less magical when you’re at a table for one. But until recently, there was one place my heart couldn’t handle visiting: the one that reminded me of my ex. From the moment I first stepped foot in Mexico, back in my 20s, I was in love — with the scent of the tropical air, with the sound of Latin American Spanish, and with the man who took me there.
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2 months ago |
wellandtribune.ca | Liisa Ladouceur
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