I love driving, but driving a moped in Bali is NOT my kind of fun. The roads are crowded and chaotic. I’m afraid I’m not skilled enough to handle the different road rules here. I’m afraid of the other drivers. I didn’t think I needed to be afraid of them touching me. I was wrong. Continue reading
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30 Australian Things for my 30th Birthday
When my birthday snuck up on me, the only thing I had planned was mimosas with my mates. But from the moment I woke up, I realized I wanted to do a little something more for turning 30. I really wanted to be on a beach in Bali, but its not easy to escape from the Red Centre. So I decided to embrace being in the outback by doing 30 Aussie things. Continue reading
Driving in Oz
I consider myself a good driver in the US. I figured driving on the other side of the road wouldn’t be all that rough. I anticipated a short adjustment period but hoped that I would be able to slip back into a comfortable familiarity. But it is so much harder to overcome the habits and muscle memory of something I’ve been doing for well over ten years.
A Perfect South Australian Day
I had the perfect South Australian day! I woke up in a typical SA home- complete with a Hill’s hoist and all! My feet were a pretty cold so my friend’s mom let me wear her Ugg boots. I now understand why they are so loved! My friend Amanda made me some toast then spread the butter and vegemite on the proper way. The first time I tried Vegemite, I spread it on thick as if it was peanut butter- big mistake, but a moment I won’t forget. But in the appropriate amount, I actually liked the salty/tangy flavor, and I liked that I get my B vitamins with it too. Continue reading
Night Attack: Con Cuidado, Mis Amigas
It was Friday in Antigua. I just wanted to go out and dance. I didn’t want to drink, I just wanted to have a fun night of dancing. It was cold and rainy in Antigua, and I wished I had jeans. I debated what to wear. I took off my dress and slipped on my white shorts. I shoved my quetzales as deep into my pocket as it could go. I didn’t want the money to fall out or have somebody try to rob me. I put on my shawl, grabbed the umbrella my friend lent me, and I headed out the front door. It was a little before 8PM. Continue reading
Love and Travel
Love & Travel. Travel & Love.
Love to travel. Travel to Love.
But what is love? And is love different when you’re a traveler? Continue reading
Open Soul, Open Road 