It’s 10 a.m., and you’ve been catching waves since sunrise. You lick the saltwater off your lips and rub your shoulder. It’s sore, but that’s just proof you’ve accomplished something.
A long walk, some beautiful snow, a pretty city and good coffee. That's all I need.
New Orleans is no ordinary city. Amidst the street grim, faded colors, and centuries old stones, walk artists, tourists, the poor, the rich, the foreign and the native. The religious and the disillusioned. The infatuated and the heartbroken. Everyone comes together to experience what this city offers – an overwhelming, almost choking sensation of both the vibrancy and dearth of life itself.
In the vast world of blogging, the Liebster Blog Award is a gentle, virtual hug from a fellow blogger. I've been nominated by the 2trvlrs, a wonderful couple (Theresia and Dave) who galavant around the world together and post gorgeous pics... Continue Reading →
There I was sitting on the plane. Even though I had learned over the last few months not to be nervous about the things I can't change - I have to admit, I was extremely nervous.
While in Italy one summer, my dad caused my entire family to be kicked out of a gelato shop. Because he couldn't help but act like a tourist.
Find your purpose, and chase it.
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