I looked at the road, and then I looked at my fuel gauge. I was thisclose to running out of gas. Our phones weren’t working, we were lost- Continue reading “Big Pumpkins + Tall Sunflowers”
“How has it only been 15 minutes?” I thought to myself as I put my phone inside my backpack and took a moment to catch my breath.My thighs were burning, I was out of breath, and I could already feel a big pool of sweat forming inside my sports bra. I had hiked one mile and still had 11 more to go.
As the massive throng of people exited the warehouse, I found myself moving in slow motion behind a crowd that had no idea what to do next. A woman pulled up to us and asked, “What just happened here?” “Norwegian Disco,” my friend replied. She casually responded, “Oh of course!” as if that’s just another night in the Big Apple. Continue reading “Eating My Way Through New York”
“Are you Tina?” a girl randomly asked. “I’m sorry, am I Latina?” I responded, confused. She laughed, “No, I’m carpooling on with some girl named Tina and thought it might be you.” “Nope, not me,” I politely responded. Some guy managing traffic shouted, “You f—–g idiot, what are you doing!?!” to a car trying to cut through the. Everyone was moving fast and talking even faster, I was definitely not in the South anymore. Continue reading “My First Bite of the Big City”
It’s been two months since I returned to Atlanta, and it’s been a serious adjustment. After spending one month exploring different countries and cities, I was afraid that coming back to school and the same city would feel monotonous, but despite being stuck in Atlanta heat and humidity I’m excited to say I’ve found excitement in my own backyard. Continue reading “Atlanta, Home Sweet Home”
When I got off of my train in Rome, I felt a rush of excitement. The Eternal City. Surely something out of this world exciting is going to happen in this beautiful city. As I began my walk to my hostel, I crossed my fingers that at any moment now I would get swooped away by a gorgeous Italian guy on his vespa…
As I left the train station in Florence, I felt underwhelmed. People said it was a beautiful city, but in the fifteen minute walk it took for me to get to my hostel, I didn’t really see anything special. However, when I check into the Plus Florence Hostel it was packed with people and vibrance, Florence was booming with life, now all I had to do was dive into it…
“Where are you going next?” she asked, “I was thinking about Rome, but now I don’t know,” I resplied. “Come with us to Venice!” she exclaimed and just like that I changed plans changed was heading somewhere unexpected and new, thrilled to see such a beautiful city.
We woke up at 7:00 a.m. with the hope that we would have ample time to catch the 9:30 a.m. bus to Split. Etta James played in the background as we packed up our things, and the gravity of what we were doing finally started to kick in: “I can’t believe I am about to travel with some stranger to another city,” I thought to myself incredulously. Continue reading “Splitting in Split”