It’s been nearly four years since I started d travels ’round. In that time, I have traveled much of Europe, parts of Africa, SE Asia and have become an expat in Thailand. To say four years flies by is a HUGE understatement. Today, I want to pay homage to the town that started this life ofContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: Split from above”
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Daily Wanderlust: clean clothes in Split
It took me an instant to fall in love with Split. And even less time to realize my traveling days were in front of me, not in the past (thanks to a certain person who provided instantaneous enlightenment). Nearly one year after I left Split, I found myself back in this seaside town, life entirelyContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: clean clothes in Split”
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”
Getting over Split
I walked slowly, silently and solo back to CroParadise and crawled into my bed. I looked across the bed to where Katie had been. Empty. Then, as if on cue, Carl walked back into our room. “Heya,” I said, looking up from my laptop to see him standing next to his bed. “Hi,” he replied.Continue reading “Getting over Split”
“See you soon,” the Split version
“Katie,” I mumbled, waking up from my semi-drunken slumber the next morning, “what the hell happened to David?” Katie looked at me from her bunk. “What?” “He never came back to the bar last night. I hope he’s ok,” I said, images of him laying in one of the narrow UNESCO alleys of Split beingContinue reading ““See you soon,” the Split version”
Katie, David and I walked together back through the old city of Split after hugging Danica goodbye. Rain clouds had begun to make their way from the mountains to the coast, rolling in slowly and ominously. We hadn’t made any reservations for hostels, so we just started dropping in to places. Our first stop wasContinue reading “Backpacker shenanigans”
Traveling the world to say “thank you”
There are some nights you can’t sleep because you are so excited for what the next day holds. Every night of my trip, that was my story. But, my last night in Brela, it stood true even more than usual. The next morning, Katie, David and I were boarding a bus up the coast toContinue reading “Traveling the world to say “thank you””
What I learned in Croatia (The List)
1. If you want Zagreb’s Upper Town to yourself for wandering, it is deserted at 2 a.m. There is nothing more magical than having the city in your hands to breathe in. Even if nothing is open, to walk on the old streets, to see the gothic buildings, it is an amazing experience. Bonus pointsContinue reading “What I learned in Croatia (The List)”
The City of Stairs
I looked up at the stairs that seemed to rise to the sky. Panting. We had made it up the first few sets of stairs, me trying to balance the very unsteady bag I had on my back. I had specifically taken this piece of luggage for my trip because it had wheels (!) and straps to turn into one massive backpack. But, it really wasn’t made to be balanced on a back. I could barely stand up straight, and when I was upright, it felt like the weight of the bag would have me topple over, down the stairs and back to Square One.
Rocky, rocky, pebble-y, pebble-y
I left my bag at the chair — it felt perfectly safe to do so and my passport and important documents and valuables were locked safely away back at Green Lizard — and got into the water.
It was chilly. Not as chilly as the night before when Shaun and I had gone in, but it was still pretty cool until you got used to it, which took a few mintes.
I swam for about 10 minutes and then got out, choosing to lay down and have some quiet, alone time with myself.
I closed my eyes, letting the sun’s warmth soak up my body, and just thought. And, then, something happened.
For the first time in my life, when I was laying there, I was able to chase away the negative thoughts, the thoughts that rained on my Croatian parade.