I met Maia, a twenty-year-old girl from just outside of Oslo who was backpacking her way around Europe, surviving off her monthly allowance from the Norwegian government.
The best and worst part of traveling is the friends you make. You’ll maybe meet your friend-soulmate (or your actual soulmate) and make lifelong memories. Then….you leave. Or they leave. And it sucks.
Our cheeks were red from the sun beating down on us and beads of sweat ran down our back. Butterflies and tiny insects buzzed around our heads, which made us feel like we were in a big forest, not a metropolis in Europe.
Walking through these tiny cobblestone alleys in Venice, which are shaded by the semi-tall buildings, you can’t help but feel like there’s magic somewhere. Maybe it’s lying just beneath the Earth, gathering at your feet.
I’ve barely put my toe in the water, as far as exploring the city goes. I found a cool bookshop and the Grand Canal, a big bridge and a dozen mask shops. There’s a lot more to do, but I can’t wait another minute to share these pictures with you.
When I listen to Love On The Brain, I travel back 12,000 hours and 5,000 miles to Rome in the Spring of 2017.
There was a lot of fighting on this trip. A lot of name-callings, getting on each other’s nerves, and passive-aggressive comments. But that’s what it’s like when you’re spending 24/7 with people for two whole weeks.
Santa Margherita, you’re a treasure. A tiny town hugs the Mediterranean tightly. Low rolling hills, dotted with pastel houses and … More