I had been warned ahead of time, ignore people on the streets in Morocco. They will talk to you, befriend you, then demand money when you go your separate ways. Oh yeah, I was going into Morocco armed with so much knowledge about what to do, how to act, what to wear (cover your body,Continue reading “One-thousand welcomes”
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Five-star luxury bliss
My last night in Rwanda was torture, thanks to the bliss and luxury provided by Nyungwe Forest Lodge, a lush five-star lodge tucked into a tea plantation. How could something so lovely and serene and posh be torture?
Dolce suenos in an airport?
“You should make sure you have a towel if you are going to sleep at the airport tonight,” the girl at Faro Guest Lounge, where I had been staying for two night, suggested. “Those floors get cold.” “Yeah,” I said. I hadn’t even thought of it. I hadn’t really thought anything through in terms ofContinue reading “Dolce suenos in an airport?”
The campo in Espana
“D!!” I could her Abbey calling my name, but couldn’t see her. “D!!” I looked past the bus, across the street where a red Volkswagen van parked on a bed of gravel, and there was Abbey, waving her arms around. Ahhh … to be with a friend again! After two nights in Lagos, the secondContinue reading “The campo in Espana”
A week of Spanish
When an editor e-mailed me waaaaay back in February about VaughanTown, and I applied and was accepted to a program, I never, ever imagined how greatly it would change the course of my life (and by life, I mean this great ol’ adventure I am on). But, it sure did. In a beautiful and amazingContinue reading “A week of Spanish”
Motor bikes in Merida
I’m not the bravest girl in the world. YES, I am traveling alone, and YES, that is brave. But, I am not brave. For instance, I will NEVER jump out of an airplane. OK. Maybe not NEVER, but not any time soon. I will NEVER bungee jump. NEVER. And, up until the billiard hall’s grandContinue reading “Motor bikes in Merida”
Back back back to Extremadura
Nearly six weeks after my initial trip into Extremadura, I was at it again. This time, the bus was replaced by a nice four-door sedan, and the 20 Anglos were replaced by two Spaniards — Marcos and Jesus, a friend of mine from the Monfrague VaughanTown program. Just like the first time on the bus,Continue reading “Back back back to Extremadura”
Home?
I traded rainy and cold Belgium for sunny and magnificent Spain around noon the day after leaving Amsterdam (about the same time I regained my sanity). Only, when I arrived in Spain, it wasn’t really sunny or magnificent. I just pretended it was because that’s how much I love freaking Spain. In fact, it wasContinue reading “Home?”
A BRIEF intermission: Month Three … I blame my blog and Twitter
Today is Monday, June 7. Today marks the completion of Month Three of my travels. It’s been a wild and crazy ride so far. I have journeyed to: London; Dublin and Galway, Ireland; Madrid; Valdelavilla, Spain; back to Madrid; Monfrague, Spain; Budapest; Brasov and Cluj-Napoca, Romania; Krakow; Prague; Berlin; Amsterdam; back to Madrid; Merida, Spain;Continue reading “A BRIEF intermission: Month Three … I blame my blog and Twitter”
A BRIEF intermission: The best of … Madrid
I LOVE Madrid. Any traveler who meets me and asks me “D, what is your most favorite place you have visited since you started traveling?” my response is always this: “I adored Spain. I could live there. And Madrid, mmmm.” Well, something like that. I have gotten messages from people throughout my adventure asking myContinue reading “A BRIEF intermission: The best of … Madrid”
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