Written September 10, 2015 I got into a fight with my sister this morning. It all started when I took full advantage of the hostel’s free breakfast to eat a croissant and bowl of cereal and drink a cup of instant coffee. Long story short, this vaulted me past our anticipated departure time to see… Continue reading “Love You; Mean It!” ; Traveling with My Sister
Written September 11, 2015 My memories of Costa Rica have a soundtrack of about twenty songs. One of my favorite pastimes was staring out the bus window at the Costa Rican landscape while listening to music, and just thinking and processing. I walked down the city streets with headphones as a barrier between me and… Continue reading Taking Out the Headphones; Traveling Without Music
I would just like to inform the world that it’s everything I dreamed of and more, my life is complete. I am deeply indebted to whomever had the idea to combine my two favorite ingestible substances into one unbelievable cup of miracles.
I guess I had associated travel with reevaluation of self and life and humanity. Maybe Europe is too much like what I know, but with enough differences to be interesting. Or maybe the paths are so often trod that I feel like just another drop in a sea of backpackers rather than like I’m forging a new path for myself.