it’s a great big world

Yosemite

Half Dome, Yosemite National Park, California

Okay, okay, I get it. We’re all fat, we put cheese on everything, or we fry it, or both (mmm, cheese curds). Our food tastes like shit, our bread tastes like sugar, and seriously, what is with those giant portions? We’re uncultured, ignorant, have stampless passports, that is, if we even havea passport (I can actually hear some of you nodding). I used…

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invisible lines

Welcome to Jelenia Góra

Welcome to Jelenia Góra, Poland

I remember visiting the International Peace Gardens, a multi-colored, scented oasis, seemingly in the middle of nowhere of my small 6th grade world, connecting North Dakota to Manitoba, the United States of America to Canada. I straddled the border, a line etched in the stone ground in the middle of the garden, my right half in Canada, my left in the States. I felt…

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unthreading the messy knot

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View from my perch across the road

View from my perch across the road

My suspicions of what would happen if I just let myself loose into the world were confirmed, indefinitely, in the two free months I’ve had since I left home seven months ago. I would spend all the money, drink all the beer (like, all of it), eat all the food, and make a ridiculous series of Poor Life Choices, ranging from what-would-my-mother-think-Poor, to…

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from sea to shining sea

Hill walking in Janowice Wielkie, Poland.

Hill walking in Janowice Wielkie, Poland.

A few weeks ago, my Scottish friend David commented on how funny he found it that Americans always talked about what else they were, as in, “Oh, I’m part German, part Dutch,” or, “I gotta bit of Scottish in me, but I’m mostly Polish and Norwegian.” (Well, it’s true, I do and I am.)

But what does that even mean? If you are born in Scotland, you’re most…

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weed & hookers

amsterdam

bike off boat

Just because something is legal, doesn’t mean it is good for you, and just because something is illegal doesn’t mean it’s the worst; it doesn’t even mean the illegality is right or sensible. It wasn’t that long ago we forbid women to vote, forced people to use different bathrooms just because of the color of their skin, and denied others the right to marry the person they love most.…

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ah, amsterdam

bicycle on bridge. amsterdam.

bicycle on bridge. Amsterdam.

Despite being in a place where bicycles make love to the streets, and you have to actively try not to get hit by the steady flow of bikes, trams and random cars, first days in new cities are always overwhelming, and I usually choose to get lost by foot.

Bicycles on bridges.

More bicycles.

One advantage of being a pedestrian is the ability to pick up random snippets of conversations as…

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whiskey wishes

Due to my utter lack of crappy Barbie photos, here's a stone man at the Roman Bath's in Bath, England.

Due to my utter lack of crappy Barbie photos, here’s a stone man looking down on the Roman Bath in Bath, England.

It’s no secret I enjoy a good boozy time every now and then. And as any seasoned booze hound knows, the consumption of certain types of booze results in the enhancement of different personal characteristics, unique to each individual. For example, one person’s angry juice might be…

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awkward encounter, like…super awkward

Locks of Love Bridge, which is collapsing from all the love. Wonder how many of these locks are still together in people form.

Locks of Love Bridge, which is collapsing from all the love. Wonder how many of these locks are still together in people form.

They say London is one of the best cities in the world for people watching, and They aren’t wrong. As a solo traveler, I often unwittingly find myself eavesdropping on conversations of those within earshot, which is particularly rewarding in the UK.

If you want to not…

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to all the cities

Square outside the Louvre. Paris.

Square outside the Louvre. Paris.

For years I believed I hated cities. The bustle, the smells, the sounds, the congestion, all of it, just not for me. Yesterday I took a day trip to Paris, only to be slapped in the face by the City of Lights. “Wake up lady, it’s not me you hate. It’s Them.”

She was right.

It’s not the cities themselves I dislike. They are beautiful, magical and delicious. Has it…

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