Baby, I’m a free bird

The first time I tried on the little silver Fossil necklace adorned with 3-dimensional dove, the chain broke in my hand.

I wanted it so badly. I had been given a $25 gift card to Macy’s and was browsing the inexpensive jewelry, looking for something to symbolize the wanderlust I was feeling (cause, you know, a cheap piece of jewelry can so do that).

And there it was, attached to the flimsy plastic/cardboard holder with one word written all pretty on it:

“freedom”

An interview with customs

“Where are you going? How long are you here? Where are you staying? How do you know the person you are staying with? How did you meet? How long have you known each other? What does your friend do? What do you do? Where do you live?” The immigrations officer fired question after question at me.

I stood at the counter, silently praying she would stop asking questions and stamp my passport.

Fortunately, she did.

I had spent my entire flight across the Atlantic paranoid. When I went to check in online earlier in the day, I was informed I had to call the airline — that my trip was beyond the limit for travel and a visa was required.

My heart nearly jumped into my chest.

How could I have missed this? I thought I was good to go.

Preparing for my RTW travel: maybe I like to plan a little

I know I’ve said before I don’t like to plan. And, I don’t. The beauty of travel is going with the flow … seeing what comes and then just doing.

However, when someone makes a suggestion that could make your trip even more awesome than originally thought, you DO IT.

So, I did.