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Pompeii
This Throwback Thursday posts took place during one of my favorite trips. It was my first time in Europe and I was travelling with my best friend, who was the ideal travelling companion. This story takes place on the very first day in Italy. May 2015 It was our first day in Italy and with only a thirty-minute train ride between us and Pompeii, the ruins of a city once drowned in the ashes of the volcano Vesuvius, we knew exactly how we wanted to spend it. After a complimentary breakfast of Nutella croissants, espresso, and orange juice, we hopped (literary we were bouncing) onto a train south. Little to…
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Bruises and Hives
In South America I traveled alone: I was prepared and in the right mindset. In all honesty when Shannon left Europe, I hadn’t entirely prepared myself for being on my own. It wasn’t that I didn’t realize I would be by myself. It was just that I wasn’t accustomed to it. We had been a travelling duo for two months and suddenly not having her around was quite a shock. A few days passed before I began to adjust. July 2015 The day after she left, I decided to go jogging along the river. When you travel, the learning curve is astronomically steep. I discovered the east side of the…
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The Little Pizzeria
This is still one of my favorite memories. I speak of it quite often and thought it was about time I shared it with you. May 2015 Our last day on Capri was probably my favorite, though most people might not fully understand why. It had rained most of the night and had all the inclinations of being a dreadful day weather-wise. Shannon and I had procrastinated in planning, mainly for the pure freedom of being able to change our minds if we fell in love with a place. Yet some aspects of a trip cannot be put off for forever. The rain rested, allowing us dry passage into town.…
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At Last
It’s strange to think I wrote this over three years ago and yet I had the same sentiments then as I do now. Disbelief at how long it has been since I’ve traveled. Excitement that it is finally happening again. Frustration directed at those that cannot seem to grasp the importance and beauty of these adventures. Peace in knowing I am exactly where I am supposed to be. May 2015 It’s been over a year since I’ve lived the backpackers’ life. It’s almost strange returning to it once again, yet at the same time it feels completely natural—like an MBA player hearing the swish of the net for the millionth…
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Four Days Between Lakes
June 2015 Switzerland was a blur. Having only four days to spare, my best friend Shannon and I packed our schedule with activities. Getting there from Italy was a bit of an adventure in and of itself. Shannon and I ended up taking separate trains as there was not sufficient space on the one from Venice to Brig. We both had layovers in Milan where we would be required to print our e-tickets and switch trains. This is where things began to go a little haywire. My thirty minute layover was reduced to fifteen minutes when my train arrived late. It took five minutes to get to the ticket office…
Insights and Stories Through the Eyes of a Wanderer
