The world of solo traveling is a crazy adventure full of new people, new adventures, and exploration of self. Learning how to love yourself, and the joy of solitude is one of the greatest gifts of Solo traveling.
There are moments, in this life I have chosen, where I hear the ghosts of could-have-been walking down the hallways of my mind. I reflect back on the long and windy path my life has taken thus far, and wonder if I have made the right choices. I wonder if it is even possible to…
My, my Alice time does fly
Do you ever feel like Alice falling down the hole? As if you’ve taken one step, expecting to land in one spot only to find your self in a completely foreign place? But wait. Not only are you in some unknown land, you’re also unable to disconcern how much time has past. Has it been…
I stayed on this farm for two weeks. The owner was awful, but my fellow WWOOFers were amazing!
Oh the places you’ll go
At my age it can be hard to see the big picture. Hard to grasp how quickly time passes. At 20 I’m relatively young, yet for the first time, I also feel old. Tonight is my last night in Sevilla and its taken this moment for me to realize how much I’m going to miss…
Stop or I’ll tell my mom!
The past couple of weeks I have been working in a Spanish play school, attempting to teach Spanish kids English. A task much easier said than done. There are five age groups: 4-5, 6-7, 7-8, 8-9, and a teenage group, and I work with group one, 4-5 year olds. It has been interested to observe…
On the final excursion for my school I went to a small city south east of Sevilla. Starting the day was a little rough: sleeping though my alarm, still feeling the night before, and having about four hours of sleep. Dressing, eating, and getting out the door took a total of 10 minutes, and needless…
Went to the first permanent roman settlement in the south Iberian peninsula. I walked on a street with the stones dating back to the beginning of the 2nd century. Although its not necessarily a “stunning” place I loved the rich history. As I walked down the streets I couldn’t help but think about how many…
Plaza de España
Went to one of the biggest parks in Spain with the intention of meeting up with a friend, however the park was so big we couldn’t find each other.
Two weekends ago I had a paddle surfing class on the Atlantic Ocean. The weather was rough but I was able to stand and had a blast going over decently sized waves.