September 15, 2010 I am at Frankfurt Main. I left Croatia two days after Grandma passed away. It took the entire day to get to Frankfurt — shuttle to Zadar Airport, delayed RyanAir flight, shuttle from FHN to the main airport. And, it is my official last night of my trip. Tomorrow, I head home.Continue reading “‘Twas the night before home”
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Realization
I never imagined my brain would tell me I wanted to go home. Early. But, it did that night in Split. I had 10 days left of my trip. Originally, and for months, I had planned on extending my adventure, heading to Spain (for the sixth time), back to Merida to see my friends andContinue reading “Realization”
Brela, ela, ela
When I booked my trip back in January, I had strategically chosen Croatia as my ending point. Why? Well, at the time it was my favorite place in all the world. Until I was introduced to Spain. But, as Katie and I boarded our bus to Brela from Mostar, I couldn’t help but feel anContinue reading “Brela, ela, ela”
A BRIEF intermission: Month Six — Momma, I’m coming home
Today is Tuesday, Sept. 7. And, today begins the sixth month of my travels. I have an announcement to make: I am going home. On September 20. I had originally planned on extending my trip through early October and head back to Spain, however, plans have changed. The past month has been one of theContinue reading “A BRIEF intermission: Month Six — Momma, I’m coming home”
Istanbul (not Constantinople)
“Ooooh … Istanbul … so lush,” Gemma had exclaimed before I departed from Spain to Turkey. In my mind, there was something so exotic about Turkey, some mystical, magical place where Europe hit Asia with thunder. Arriving into Istanbul, I was far from disappointed. When I boarded the Havas bus at the airport (I flewContinue reading “Istanbul (not Constantinople)”
The time I (didn’t) party with Will Schuester
There is a motto backpackers have when traveling the world: Always say yes. Always. Typically, I try to adhere to this as much as possible. Of course, the one time I don’t is the one time I kick myself.
To be, or not to be … topless
The women surrounding us on the beach had one thing in common: they were missing their swimmer tops. And not the least bit shy about walking, running, jumping in the rolling waves of the Mediterranean without being covered. Going topless on a European beach. It’s on my bucket list. But, could I really take offContinue reading “To be, or not to be … topless”
The best food. Ever.
I have never been a foodie. I am too picky of an eater to really go all out and sample delicacies the world over. If you asked me a year ago where the best restaurant I have ever eaten was, I would tell you simply — in Las Vegas. Because, well, let’s be real, LasContinue reading “The best food. Ever.”
F1 101: Your cheat sheet
Formula One Grand Prix. If you asked me my thoughts on it before I left for Europe, I would have looked at your blankly and mumbled something about it being loud and like NASCAR. It took another continent and tickets to the Formula One Grand Prix in Valencia, Spain (thank you Land of Valencia) toContinue reading “F1 101: Your cheat sheet”
SHA Wellness Clinic & #blogtripf1
I was so happy to leave Morocco. Partly because being there was exhausting as a single female traveler, but mostly because I was headed to the Land of Valencia for #blogtripf1, a gathering of travel bloggers invited by Land of Valencia’s tourism department to see the sites and witness the sheer beauty of the region.Continue reading “SHA Wellness Clinic & #blogtripf1”
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