Category: Gratitude

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Not Bad, Just Hungry

“No, NO. Take ONLY 4. 150 Dirhams for only 4. No 6!” Our steely haired taxi driver hollered repeatedly at our cluster of quizzical, tired hikers, spent from a full day of clambering along river crossing stones and dancing up tree roots in the heat of the sun on our trek to the waterfalls outside Chefchouen. We exchange hard, impatient looks amongst ourselves, frustrated … Read More Not Bad, Just Hungry

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Regarding Backpacking Friendships And Foamy Camels 

Life slowly illuminates as the dusty red Sahara dunes lazily charge with the rising morning sun, embracing the world from the underbelly, quelling the brisk 05:30 morning breeze. The blackness is retreating from behind; however, the tightly suctioned desert turban and my rather puffy eyes from the sandalwood smoke of last night’s Berber campfire work twofold to prevent my intentions of engaging my oblique … Read More Regarding Backpacking Friendships And Foamy Camels 

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And Not Even In Morocco Yet

We begin our voyage in the usual way; Katie and I endlessly debating the meaning of life and happiness and joy, both of us operating on far too little sleep for the topics we were maneuvering through as we find ourselves bouncing through landscapes and mountains too vast and magical for our own comprehension. Graz to Munich. 2:34pm. Radical 50-degree sunlight snuggling into our … Read More And Not Even In Morocco Yet

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Lessons from A Polish Pup

The process of flying from Vienna to Berlin on Wednesday, December 28th sapped a good 3 years off my life. My parents and I spent four days in Vienna for Christmas, and then planned to go onwards to Berlin (with an jut to Poland for two days) for the durander of the holiday season. Flying from Vienna to Berlin on Wednesday, December 28th is … Read More Lessons from A Polish Pup

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A Midnight Bath in Vienna 

The devil howls from inside the radiator, echoing around the lamp lit low-ceilinged walls. I untangle myself from the duvet and swing my legs over the side of the springy couch, sliding my socks against the soft carpet to the window. After a foggy, huggingly damp day, the Vienna midnight sky has parted to reveal a blanket of sleepy stars. I crank the handle … Read More A Midnight Bath in Vienna 

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If I Die, Sell My Ashes at the Flea Market

Saturdays in Graz. Laden with basket-carting old women and lads with linen sacks, dashing off for a gentle peruse through the massive farmer’s markets sprinkled throughout the city. One finds hoards of moseyers, meandering throughout the sunny streets, ducking into shops and emerging with sticky fingers and the remains of freshly baked sticky cinnamon buns, diets be damned. I don’t find myself in Graz … Read More If I Die, Sell My Ashes at the Flea Market

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Significant

I awoke early on Sunday, December 11, having accidentally fallen asleep reading The Hobbit the night before, feeling buoyant in the amount of rest imparted and energetic in the literary residue of Tolkien. A 55-degree Sunday (12 degrees Celsius for my metric pals) in the middle of December. The washing machines completely occupied, the majority of the city closed anyways and the homework can … Read More Significant

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The Part Where Josie Realizes She Needs People

My illusions of living in Austria–one cannot refer to them as expectations–featured scenes of weekends spent carting off to little Eastern European villages snuggled amongst leafy trails with nothing but Ann The Trusty Trail Shoes, a solid Jules Verne read and a euro for a hearty cup of coffee. I would power to the Hauptbahnhof train station, stroll up to the ticket booth and … Read More The Part Where Josie Realizes She Needs People

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A Hitchhiking Love Affair

This is a story from the archives, way back to the end of September ‘16 when four Americans (Alaska, Colorado, Kansas, Arkansas) danced with mimosa’s and brick-oven pizzas through Northern Italy for a week. Ahh, September seems like ages ago. This moment of my life was recently recollected during a chat I had with a German over hitchhiking experiences. Nostalgia grew wings and burrowed … Read More A Hitchhiking Love Affair

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It’s Okay To Be a Tourist in Prague

This fine November weekend was spent traipsing around the Bohemian city of Prague, Czech Republic, with my Swedish and Alaskan pals. Prague is well-known amongst the student circles in particular as a capital time for an excess of well-made, unfathomably cheap alcohol; the Amsterdam of Eastern Europe. Or maybe Amsterdam is the Prague of Western Europe. No matter. Prague greets the young and old … Read More It’s Okay To Be a Tourist in Prague

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An Amendment To The Previous Post

If I were to dive into a discussion of how America is currently viewed from an international perspective, this post would never end, and you and I would both grow old together as the words would stretch into novels. Instead–if I could be so bold–I’m going to treat you to a little bit of perspective. I wrote a post before the election, on Monday … Read More An Amendment To The Previous Post

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My Favorite Thing About Trump

It’s Monday night, the 7th of November. I write this at approximately 18:00, sipping Earl Grey from my London mug as I am whisked alongside the Austrian Alps on a train from Salzburg back to Graz. Guess what tomorrow is? For those Americans reading this, yeah. You’re hyperaware. Election day. Hillary. Trump. Not quite sure why we don’t refer to them both by surnames. … Read More My Favorite Thing About Trump