Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

Routine Doesn’t Look So Scary; I Guess This is Growing Up

It's not the most exciting period in my life, and I think people are a bit disappointed when they ask what adventures I have going on, but if they want adventures, they can go have their own. I'm starting to visualize a future with routine and roots, and I'm visualizing it without a trace of dread. I think this is growing up, and I think I like it.

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

May I Never Have Matching Coffee Cups

Even though I don't yet have a cabinet to put them in, I've already started my collection. I have a beautiful clay-colored mug with blue and green swirly paint flowers that my mom bought at an art fair. I have a huge deep blue mug that says "Catholic Charities" from my internship last summer. I have one with a German Christmas market painted on it from a glühwein stand that I picked up when I was traveling through Europe.

Chapter 3: The Blank Spaces on the Map

You’re Not in Costa Rica Anymore; The Thing About Eurotrip Planning

Even as we were still fighting off the jet lag, sister and I came to realize that we did not do the right amount of planning. It was either too much or too little, depending on your perspective. Because here's the deal: for a month (más o menos) in mostly western Europe, it's probably best to either build the skeleton of your trip by reserving train seats and hostels before you go, or to go in with the attitude of letting the wind blow you wherever it will, as long as you don't stray too far from your return flight.

Chapter 2: The Way Less Traveled By

Why People Who Love Stories Should Travel

It's funny, because my travel experiences didn't replace the stories I love to read. No matter how much I travel, I doubt I'll sacrifice my life in the French Revolution, waver in indecision over whether I should take revenge on the king who murdered my father and married my mother, or walk through hell, purgatory, and heaven before coming back to tell the story. Maybe I'll never even fall deeply and irrevocably in love, save someone's life, or sacrifice everything I have for a cause I believe in. Life can't replace stories, just like stories can't replace life; each simply heightens the other.

Chapter 1: The Quest for Pura Vida

I’m Bad at Blogging; Where I’ve Been for the Last 3ish Weeks

So I've been doing that thing again where I go off on adventures and neglect to blog.  Maybe one day I'll have the discipline to blog in advance and set posts on timers, but today is not that day.  Last time, I wrote a broad sketch of what I was doing instead of blogging and that seemed… Continue reading I’m Bad at Blogging; Where I’ve Been for the Last 3ish Weeks

Chapter 1: The Quest for Pura Vida

What I Did When I Fell Off the Edge of the Earth

Guys!  Backpacking is crazy!  More than anything I've ever done, with the possible exception of power-reading through an especially intriguing book, backpacking takes me to a different world with different rules that can't be communicated through a pixelated screen.  I promised lots of posts since I've been seriously slacking for the last couple of months,… Continue reading What I Did When I Fell Off the Edge of the Earth