And That’s A Wrap

The Semester: 106 days. 7 countries. 5 classes. One hell of a good time. I read a lot this semester and this stuck with me: “I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”  -j. kerouac, On the Road  …

Vignette #6 – That Time With The Gun

Three men sit in a train car cautiously speaking Spanish. JAMIE, a twenty something student is holding a book and remaining only half engaged in the conversation; ANDREAS, a thirty something international professional and by far the most vocal; MAX, a late twenties Romanian is gregariously trading life stories with Andreas . Spanish is their only common language. The train screeches…

Thankful For:

My Family. Including parent’s who have always supported me, even when I decide to do something unconventional, like drop out and go to Alaska. My best friends. The family I got to choose. It’s not a long list, but these few I would do anything for. Mountains. Because any day spent in wild, rugged, beautiful…

Two Year Anniversary

“What was the best part?” I hate this question. I hate this question so much. “What was the best part? What was the worst part? How did you do it? Why did you do it? That’s crazy!” Endless questions, endless statements, and two years later I still don’t know how respond. See, today, November 9th,…

Ireland is God’s Country

And in Ireland, he drinks draft Guinness. I’m exhausted. From October 17th to November 3rd, I spent thirteen days outside the Czech Republic. Edinburgh, Ireland, and Berlin. There has been a lot of rain. A lot of long walks. A lot of reading. And, a lot of beer. So what to say? I wrote about…

A Stubborn Old Scot

She sat down wearing an orange sweater that was too loosely knit for a woman like her. Meaning maybe thirty years ago it would’ve been appropriate. She had fashionably cut blond hair, stereotypically off kilter Scottish teeth, and surprisingly enough , a tan. She never faced me and she only queried briefly if she could…

What is a bear?

Just in time for throwback Thursday, I answer the question “What is the scariest thing a backpacker can face?” One time my brother and I went for a little drive. A little one. It took six months and twenty thousand miles to find our way home. We got some pretty good stories out of those…

The Young and Undersexed

  Waiting for the bus to take me back to Prague and I’m sure I recognize half the people here. A lot more than half are definitely Americans. We are expats. More specifically we are student expats with a penchant for drinking and a bloodhound’s nose for finding party towns; so, we went to Budapest.…