Pinch Me, I’m Dreaming

The glazed-over look in my eyes? No, I’m not daydreaming. I’m not off in another world. I’m dreaming, or rather reliving my todays. Sometimes I don’t even believe it’s my life.IMG_1901

For years I thought about how there’s so much more than the Midwest. So much to see, so many adventures. I thought about it, researched it, and yet there was a part of me that doubted I would ever see outside the cornfields and cheeseheads.

Little did I know, an exploration was nearing. It didn’t last as long as I would have hoped, nor did it end as I would have liked, but I did it. From Wisconsin to San Diego and up the coast, my car (and my wallet) took me as far as it could go. And until my car passed out of exhaustion, I trekked from city to city, in love.

33 hours Dad and I drove. Through Chicago traffic, alongside the flat lands of Kansas, into the mountains of Colorado and the deserts of Utah until we made our way to the Pacific Ocean. The beautiful, dreamy San Diego, filled with surfer crossing signs and no-cloud-73-degree weather met us lovingly. IMG_1945

As I wrote to my heart’s content, searched for jobs and basked in sunshine, I breathed in all California had to offer. I was met with high taxes and bro tanks too often to count, but overall, it was a dream. After graduating college, I knew I needed something new, something different, and this journey surely crossed out the quota. What I didn’t even know was a possibility became a reality.

I began my first barista job (read here for full story). I hiked. I swam. I drove some more.  And although I came to the realization that Southern California may be slightly out of my price range, it was an experience to remember. With a higher paying job and an apartment, It wouldn’t surprise me if I went back to that sunny place one day.

Leaving San Diego, my travels didn’t end. Up the West Coast I went – to Santa Monica and beyond. I walked the Santa Monica Pier, watched street performers nearby, and stopped at Muscle Beach (where yes, I passed buff gentlemen actually working out on the beach). I ate delicious organic, vegan food in Venice with my wonderfully welcoming, and extra-fashionable cousin.

I got stuck in traffic in L.A. My car overheating during the every-hour-L.A.-rush-hour. I saw Reese Witherspoon driving through Beverly Hills. I bought a flannel and some holey, high waisted cutoffs at L.A.’s best “thrift shop,” Buffalo Exchange (which I still partly imagined to be Kim Kardashian’s leftovers).

And before I left, I made sure to hike up to the Hollywood Sign. Obviously, I IMG_1968sported the beloved Milwaukee Brewers hat in the 90 degree heat while the resident stranger I met along the way kindly showed me the way. Near the top, I received a fist bump with a “Go Brew Crew,” that made me feel at home.

Highway 1 was my companion through Malibu and Santa Barbara and into another section of California. All around me looked vastly different I wondered if I had missed a state line. I spent the next few days, and what would turn out to be the last leg of my trip outside of Sacramento. Still sunny but a little cooler, northern California is just as beautiful. Another cousin welcomed me with warmth feelings of home. We rode cable cars in San Francisco and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. And I realized just how much I had missed green grass in San Diego, or just grass in general.

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We entered wine country with only the best intentions (drink wine) and ended up loving it. Vineyard to vineyard, I tasted the freshest wine of my life. Purely delicious wine that made me believe I could someday become a wine-sniffer, swirler and slurper. All this to say: it was great.

Not long after these wine-drinking, cable car-riding, seafood-eating days, my poor car was laid to rest. It seems my car had dreams of its own that didn’t include another 30 hour drive cross country. So I said goodbye to Ronnie, my cherished and well-worn Volkswagen and hopped on a plane.

For what it’s worth, It’s probably for the best that I didn’t see Portland yet, or I may have fallen in love and never returned. I’ll save that for another day (written with a sly smirk, secretly planning already).

Back to the Midwest I came. It seemed like those 8 weeks flew by quicker than I realized. I also know that in those 8 weeks I did more, dreamed more, and grew up more than I can thoroughly explain all at once. I believe I left part of myself in California that one day I hope to return to, whether on vacation or longer.

A thank you goes out to those who hosted and helped and became vital pieces in my life and adventures. And the sun sets with me dreaming again of palm trees and beaches.

– A

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A Wale of a Time

Cardiff, Wales.

Dragons are for real, and castles are the city center.

Being only a short four hour bus ride from London, it was ideal for a day trip in between studying. In less than 24 hours I was falling in love with this city and it’s excessively elongated language. Not only did it have the cutest hostel, but also the cutest coffee shop. Cute may sound like a kiddish compliment, but these were exceptionally inspirational. The hostel had daybeds in their lobby, fabrics galore, mason jars scattered, and a desired quaintness. The coffee shop had dozens of different light fixtures, exposed brick, and sea-foam colored tea pots – what more could a girl ask for?

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The cities main park was filled with blooming tulips shouting spring, an incredibly peaceful river, and these flowers that look as if they came straight out of a Dr. Seuss book.

Without even scavenging the entire town, I knew it was a splendid place. It’s more of an underrated tourist attraction, making it even more appealing to a traveler like me.

A hidden gem of sorts.

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When Your Skin Smells like the Sun

You know that smell, when you’ve been outside all day long on a hot summer day.

On the beach. Playing catch. Barbequing with family.

And at the end of the day you go inside, and recognize you have the true scent of summer.

It’s as if nothing is more perfect than those carefree days.

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Zadar, Croatia resembles those sweet days, with their precious aroma. It’s a place where sitting at the outdoor cafe is like a job. Where watching the sunset is the day’s main event. And gelato is an essential part of any meal.

Where the water is crystal clear, ready for a beach bum’s splash.

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A place Alfred Hitchcock declared has “The world’s best sunset.”

The perfect setting for a true spring break. To finish off my two weeks of vaca, I chose to spend it with a lovely companion in the lovely town of Zadar. Easily the most relaxing trip I have yet to experience. Sleeping in, reading next to the water, cold beer in hand, overlooking the excitement of nearby islands and ferries crossing.

And when all was said and done – it was as if my skin smelled like the sun.  Image

Gelato, Color, and the Sea

 

Italy.

While I am absolutely head over heels for mountains, I am equally in love with the sea. It’s surreal the bold colors of not only the water, but everything – from the houses to the greenery and even the food.

Italy was my parents and I’s second country visited after Switzerland. From Montreux, we hopped a train into the glorious Cinque Terre. The Cinque Terre is like hidden treasure with its five small villages, each with its own identity and culture on Italy’s west coast. As we slowly discovered four of the five villages during our two days, we took time to relax and enjoy the newness.

Since I already had a firm addiction of pesto on my pasta, that was first on my to-do list with the sauce originating in this northern Italy area. We searched out a precious little restaurant for the tasting of true Italian homemade pesto. It was divine. For our other meals we tended to stick towards our favorites with some Italian flare – my dad loves his meat, so he usually went for the meaty or fishy dishes; my mom and I enjoy our pasta, so we tried different variations of raviolis and noodle dishes. Of course gelato and fresh pastries were a must – we certainly indulged ourselves.

Besides eating too many calories, I would consider traveling itself to be a workout. Maybe it’s not easy to see in the pictures, but there are plenty of mysterious hills just waiting to be discovered by fit travelers. For the most part, we tried to follow our lovely guided books by Rick Steves, but one specific trail seemed to be off the grid. We searched for his incredibly detailed trail and instead landed in what seemed like hours of uphill climb. Hundreds after hundreds of stairs later, we discovered a beautiful (accidental) lookout over the Ligurian Sea – completely worth the sweat and adventure.

Italy may be one of my favorite traveled countries even though we didn’t actually see any of the usual-touristed places. There’s something intriguing about their life – so laid back, so at peace. It’s on my list of future travels, for sure.

Also, shout out to my co-travelers: My parents! They not only flew all the way to England to visit me, but let me drag them around Europe, onto trains, into unknown places. What great sports!

Until next time,

xx

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From The Peak of a Mountain

My parents and I began our 11 day adventure in Geneva, Switzerland. We arrived only able to see distant, clouded mountains. Here we toured the town, stumbling after Swiss-renowned goods such as chocolates, watches, knives. Between the three of us, we knew next to no French. I would say we did exceptionally well at getting by, even with the language barrier (minus one mishap that included a salad loaded with anchovies). The chocolate, though, is something worth mentioning. It may seem obvious that Swiss chocolate raises the bar, but wow. Their chocolate is a dream, a beautiful dream.

Overall, this quaint, business town was a great beginning.

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And from Geneva it went only uphill.

Train-traveling through Switzerland was one of our best ideas. Not only is it far less stressful than flying, it’s also more scenic. Amidst the towns on Lake Geneva and growing deeper into the Alps, we were shown what seemed to be the greatest parts of Switzerland.

On we headed to Montreux, Switzerland. By itself, the town was a little quirky. Our itinerary originally had not included this mountainous city, but to our surprise resulted in not one, but two nights. Here we trekked to the Chateau de Chillon, a curious castle from the 9th century. We ventured by train to the peak of Rochers-de-Naye. We sought out the glorious Toblerone Mcflurry (believe it or not) from the familiar McDonalds. And we realized how incredibly expensive Switzerland truly is.

But by far, the most enjoyable time was spent on the top of a mountain.

From the peak of a mountain seeps awe, beauty, indescribable detail. 

From the peak of Rochers-de-Naye in Montreux, Switzerland, the details were no less. I can attest to my mouth being wide open for both the train ride up the mountain as well as the landing site at the top. Although I have breathed in only a small portion of Colorado’s best-offered sights, the Swiss Alps were incomparable. Seeing mountains, recognizing steepness and adventure, experiencing new altitudes in almost something that cannot be fully grasped. It was addicting and thrilling. It was exactly how I pictured Switzerland.

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Do As the French Do

I find it a prerogative of mine to act as the locals in each countries, this way I receive an experience most like those living there. So, per this decision, when in France this past weekend I did as the French do.

I, after some hesitation and surprise, properly greeted friends – with two kisses on the cheek. I had the largest crepe I’ve ever seen – and let me tell you, it was completely worth it. The ham, egg, and cheese filled me up for the rest of the day! I ventured new seafood: Moules Frites (or mussels and fries). I devoured several macaroons and a true, chocolate-filled croissant for the first time. I would say I could have passed as being French.

It was a process to correct the two-kiss greeting and definitely a shock the first time. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle when a nice gentlemen leaned in on me and my reflexes almost slapped him back. What a sight that would have been! The language barrier was also unexpected. The only non-English speaking country I’ve traveled is Mexico, and even then I was able to use the little Spanish I knew to communicate. This was more of an adventure, and a little struggle. I was thankful to be guided by someone who had a grasp on the language or there would have been far too many times of me standing, deer-in-the-headlights, staring back at those speaking.

Overall, this visit was my favorite. It could have been the new atmosphere of Aix-en-Provence, or the tour of the lovely Marseille, or the familiar face of meeting up with a great friend from America. I cherish those short days we were able to share our European undertakings, laugh together, and encourage each other. France would be worth a return trip – more adventure, more fun to be had.

Au Revoir!

xx

 

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But the World Cannot Be Seen Through a Television

These days, you can see just about anything on a TV. Reckless teenage life, how things are discovered and manufactured, “reality” shows, millionaire’s houses, even the best travel spots in the world. Some things though, they should be seen in person. Those things are worth more than an hour on the couch.

So while I’m not certain about many things, one thing I am certain of: the world is to be seen. I think it likes all the attention! I mean the wonders of the world – what if no one ever saw them? What if great sights turned mundane? What if I decided I chose TV over travel? I’m sure people would reprimand me. And I hope they would! I wish more people would slap my wrist and command me to witness more of the world.

For this 20-something, when I travel somewhere, it’s like a drug. You don’t need to tell me twice, I want to see more and live crazier. It’s like a dare to take more risks.

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The double agent in me wants to crawl in bed, watch a movie, and stay in the comfort of my parents’ house. The lazy part of me, and probably the responsible part. That’s the voice inside reminding me that money has a meaning, a job is necessary, blah blah blah. It seems as if there’s no compromise.

For today though, I can pretend. I can pretend a job is something of the past. Fearless living is not only dreamed of, but an accomplishment. My suitcase is willing to follow wherever I go. And each day is an adventure.

For today, I can travel the world.

xx