Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Well, perhaps not the armpit. Some people really like this part of Portugal. Some people also like licking armpits. I am neither of those people. And I suppose an armpit in winter is far more curvy and elegant than it is in the summer. For me, this armpit was hot, sweaty, and reeking of rotten… Continue reading Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

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Trolls, Chechnyan’s, and $10 Beers

I land before Ivana even takes off, and am instantly placed into contrasting climates and locals. The sunny GdaƄsk park I had previously been sweating and eating hummus in had turned into a cold, drizzly Norwegian fjord at the Haugesund airport. But the sea air is so fresh, and it feels a bit nice to… Continue reading Trolls, Chechnyan’s, and $10 Beers

The Long, Long Road to Georgia

And I don't mean the one next to Alabama. Usually when I travel around Europe on weekend adventures or school breaks, I take my backpack and stuff it with all my goodies. That includes about 3 sets of clothes, an extra pair of pants, and all the doo-dads a wanderer requires for a max three-week… Continue reading The Long, Long Road to Georgia