Kiera Zoe Westwood: The Girl Who Fell in Love with the World (And a Few Broken Hearts Along the Way) ✈️💔

Let’s get one thing straight—I don’t do ordinary.

My life is a suitcase half-packed, a playlist of sad bangers, and a passport stained with tears (and maybe tequila). I’m the girl who dances on tables in Barcelona at 3 AM, then cries into her coffee in Paris by sunrise.

The Love Story That Broke Me (And the World That Put Me Back Together)

I thought I found the one in Bali—his name was Luca, and he had the kind of smile that made you forget your own name. We spent nights tangled in mosquito nets, whispering about forever. But forever lasted exactly 37 days. Turns out, forever was just a pitstop for him.

Then there was Alejandro in Mexico City—a poet with hands that wrote stories on my skin. He promised me the moon, but all I got was a one-way ticket to heartbreak.

And let’s not even talk about the DJ in Berlin… (Actually, DM me for that story. It involves a stolen motorcycle and a very angry ex-girlfriend.)

But here’s the thing: every heartbreak left me with a new stamp in my passport and a story that made me stronger.

Why Follow Me?

Because I’m not just another girl with a pretty Instagram feed. I’m the girl who gets lost on purpose, who finds beauty in the messy, and who isn’t afraid to tell you the truth—even when it hurts.

I chase sunsets, not men. (Okay, fine, maybe I chase both.)

So, buckle up, darling. This isn’t just a travel page—it’s a love letter to the world, written in broken heels and bad decisions.

P.S. If you’ve ever loved the wrong person or the right place at the wrong time… you’re my kind of people. 💋