Ahh the mysterious land that is South Dakota. Every American child learns about Mount Rushmore, one of our country’s most famous patriotic landmarks, yet few of us ever make the trip to see it. In the very beginning stages of planning our road trip, I had been hoping we would take the southern route through my favorite region, the American South, but Taryn suggested we go north and see South Dakota. Though I was hesitant at first, I am very glad I conceded.
I flew home this week to help my sister move from San Diego to Connecticut. We saw this as a perfect opportunity to see some new parts of America, and a road trip is something we’ve been dying to do since our teen years.
Globetrotting is fun. I spent the last three years of my life traipsing from country to country, eating kebab after kebab. There came a point, however, when it stopped being so fun and started to make me feel uneasy.
One of my goals for 2017 was to finally get my Irish citizenship so I could have a European passport and move to the UK. It was a long, stressful process that took almost eleven months, but in the end it was completely worth it. I’m writing this to help anyone who may be thinking about applying or who may be in the process of applying themselves.
For a variety of reasons, I left my job at Stoke Travel a week early during the Running of the Bulls. It was a tearful goodbye, but I did what was best for my situation. I am forever grateful for the past three years of fun and friendship that Stoke has given me.
Let me set a scene for you here.
I’m having wine with my aunt, a friend and her mother. We start chatting about my sister and my friend’s mum suddenly calls her “the one everyone’s proud of.”
Then, suddenly, the conversation turns on me. Continue reading “My Wasted Education”
Ahhh, the sweet price we pay to travel on the cheap.
My flight from Bali to Budapest took me to Jakarta, Singapore, and London first. On paper, it seemed reasonable. I leave on Wednesday night and arrive Friday afternoon. That’s not so bad, is it? Continue reading “Thirty (?) Hours of Layovers”