The horn blared over and over again. It was for people crossing the street, for cars almost hitting you, for a father and son riding on a motorbike with the kid barely hanging on sitting helmet-less in the back. It all rushed past me at such astounding speed, ever-near collision seemed so miraculous almost as […]Read more "Getting swindled in Marrakesh, Incoherent tour guides, and Morocco"
For the most part, I’ve loved traveling alone. I’ve managed to get the best of both worlds; I can see all the places I want to on my own schedule, and then I can go back to the hostel at night and find new people to drink and hangout with. Occasionally, I’ll join a […]Read more "Eel, French Waiters, Bestiality, and Frangland"
Unsurprisingly, I’ve fallen a bit behind here. I’m writing my blog about Ireland in a hostel in Madrid, having just come from Geneva, and between Geneva and Ireland I made stops in London and Paris. And I’ve learned my lesson, when I don’t keep up with this people literally begin to worry that I’ve died. […]Read more "I am not a backpacker, no selfies please, and Ireland"
Mom stuck a note in my backpack when I wasn’t looking. How Mom is that? The note might have been a profanity laced plea for me to come back home ASAP, but it was cute nonetheless, thank you, Mom. Take Off It all kicked off on a fairly interesting note as sitting right in front of […]Read more "Bill Clinton endorsed hot dogs, Neo Nazi’s & Honest Tea, also… Iceland"
Within 24 hours of landing in Cairns, Australia where I’d spend the next six months on my study abroad program, I lost my wallet. I spent the next day searching, calling credit card companies, calling my parents, and complaining to anyone who would listen. Eventually I sorted out the mess and went on to have a great semester. Five months later my parents came to visit. As we sat down together for our first meal, my mom pulled my wallet out of her purse and casually placed it on the table in front of me. In it was my ID, some credit cards, even some american money. I was blown away! I’d been with them the entire time they were in Cairns so she couldn’t have found it without me noticing… I certainly didn’t leave it at home or in Sydney, how could she have found it?Read more "First steps"