January 2010
3 posts
So far..
The best part of traveling alone for the first time is the way you feel right before you leave. It’s as though what you’re about to undertake is the biggest leap of your life and the side dish of self doubt it overwhelming. You hear stories about how people just put down their textbooks, picked up their backpacks, and left. Stories that make you say, “What are they thinking? ...
Contiki
One taxi, two planes, an hour on the metro, an hour on the bus followed by two more trains is what it takes to get from Vienna back to Tain L’Hermitage, France. This day wouldn’t be so disjointed if I had gotten more than twenty minutes of sleep last night: ten minutes in the bath and the other half in bed sopping wet. In my defense, it all seemed like a good idea at the time. Getting back to...
