There comes a time in every long backpacking trip that you hit your first big low. Sometimes followed by a high…and then another low. While it is not my nature to focus on the negative, I think this particular segment of my trip has burned a memory deep in my mind. One in which I will carry, both the good and the bad.
Continue reading “Racing around Rwanda”
So it has been well over a year living in New York City and I have learned many things over the past months. Continue reading “Hello 2015.”
After visiting Thessaloniki and my horror story, I decided to go further south toward history. Continue reading “Athens untold”
Flashback to my first time leaving the USA, at age 21. Continue reading “My first layover”
