Waterfalls: are they really that fun?

We were excited to go back to the jungle, and share an adventure with other travelers. We packed our bags for the day, and met up at the hostel three blocks from our apartment in Puerto Escondido. We were a group of eight, led by the hostel owner, whom we had met before. From the start, this felt like a very casual and easy excursion, made exciting by the fact that we’d get to swim by a big waterfall. I had not looked up this place online, so I had no idea what it would actually look like. But if … Continue reading Waterfalls: are they really that fun?

Prague was The Boy with a Golden Penis in the largest castle complex in the world.

Prague was a poem. That’s exactly what it was. It was arriving during sunrise on a smelly bus from Kraków, Poland. It was a scary ride on the metro, where you can only get tickets with coins. No cash, no cards, but good ol’ fashioned coins. We learned that Czech Republic was occupied by the Germans for 300 years, then the Nazis during WWII, followed by the communists, and is currently flooding with tourists. So the least you can do, as a guest, is say hello in their language: ahoj! (pronounced like “chips ahoy!” My favorite cookies!)     We stayed at … Continue reading Prague was The Boy with a Golden Penis in the largest castle complex in the world.

An Ordinary Day in Madrid (a walk-through)

  It seems I have 82 days until I leave Spain. 82 days seem like nothing now that Bradley returned from Mexico so we don’t have to do the long distance thing. Now that joining him on the other side of the world is no longer a daily concern, I have plenty of room to start missing Spain before I go. I have taken little getaways and day trips here and there since my last entry, but the last three months have not been monumental in terms of travel. So I stopped blogging and let daily routines get a hold of me. It was not until recently that … Continue reading An Ordinary Day in Madrid (a walk-through)

I am bound nowhere.

    “I think about death a lot.” I told Sarah. Maybe this is dark, but “sometimes I become hyperaware of our mortality. One day I will no longer live in this world, so I am so grateful whenever I get to see one more thing before I go.” I do not mean this in a morbid way. It is more matter-of-fact with a touch of poetry. Sarah and I spent our last fifteen minutes in Budapest reflecting in front of the Parliament building while I sipped my lactose-free latte. We were waiting for Kristen to finish her souvenir shopping. “I am trying to … Continue reading I am bound nowhere.

Breakfast in Budapest (and other meals)

I had no idea what I was eating. It was like a giant pretzel. There was no coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. “Sometimes I forget I have an addiction,” I had told the girls. It is not until I get that mid-morning headache after not getting my early morning cup of coffee that I realize how dependent I’ve become on it. Our biggest challenge in Budapest was finding a place where we could grab a quick, to-go breakfast while rushing to our first tourist attraction. This day we were headed to the Jewish Quarter with a 2 1/2 hour free walking … Continue reading Breakfast in Budapest (and other meals)