Memory Lane Travel

I Used To Have Adventure

I went camping at Faaker See in the Austrian Alps, swam in the Mediterranean Sea in Israel, explored a bazaar in Jerusalem after wandering the old town.

For the past four years, I’ve been traveling in Europe and The Middle East. Now, I’m living in Carlsbad, California and am working a 9-5 job. Although I do love it, I’m honestly quite bored with my life. Sure, I do do some exciting (or rather, enjoyable things) like going to stand up and getting drinks with friends. 

But I feel like I’m lacking that adventure that used to be a part of my everyday life.

For those four years, I lived in different cities where I ate incredible and unique foods, found cool cafes to study or read in, and saw a completely foreign culture and architecture. I stumbled across old libraries or antique shops, spent hours in art galleries and museums, took history tours, and visited wonky places. I took a trip around Ireland, a weekend vacation to Budapest, and went to Ghent, Belgium, solely to see The Ghent Altarpiece. I discovered my passion for art, specifically Belgium surrealism at the Folon Foundation in Belgium and the Albertina Museum in Vienna. I hiked a massive mountain in Austria with my friends and ate apple strudel at the cabin on the top.

The Ghent Altarpiece, more specifically, The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb, in Ghent, Belgium.

I took a ferry to a small island in Ireland, where cows were abundant, people used horse-drawn carriages to get around, there was a dolphin that came to shore who you could pet, we climbed an abandoned ship on the beach shore, and I walked around an airport that doubled as a graveyard. After that, the ferry took us to see the Cliffs of Moher, which was included in the sixth Harry Potter book.

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The airport-graveyard at Inisheer Island.

I showed up in Poland after never having thought of going but was so fascinated with the colorful city. I found a cafe that Charles de Gaulle used to go eat donuts at and had a sweet espresso and an eclair. I also went to the Polin Museum in the old Warsaw Ghetto and cried.

Old-school cafe, Cafe A. Blikle, established by the Blikle family in 1869. Where Charles de Gaulle used to go.
The colorful city center of Warsaw, Poland.

I went to London for two weeks where I went to a cybersecurity event at Chatham House, found a very disturbing museum, ate too much weird food, and decided that I wanted to live in London because it hits all my criteria for a dream city.

Sketch Cafe in London.
The very creepy and properly disturbing Viktor Wynd Museum of Curiosities.

In August of 2017, my siblings, Julia and Rhett, joined me in London, Brighton, and Edinburgh. I had a more in-depth experience of the U.K. I fangirled over the Harry Potter sites in Edinburgh and had high tea at the Ritz Carlton in London. I chased street art in Brighton.

A view from the ferris wheel in Edinburgh, Scotland.
The Brighton Pier.
High Tea at the Ritz Carlton in London with my younger brother, Rhett.

I met a boy named Theo who scared me, because I liked him so much, but showed me that I wanted to be in love. I drove a car in Ireland, very poorly, from Dublin to Belfast. I visited Christina in Amsterdam and helped her move into her new apartment. I met one of my best friends Diana at Amira Language School in Brussels. I then met a Norwegian girl named Maia at a beach in Nice. She flew to Rome to meet me for two weeks while I studied Italian there and then I met her again in Oslo.

Rome, Italy.

I explored Antwerp, Belgium, but was stressed that my phone was going to die. I worked as an Au Pair in Paris. Although it ended badly, it was a good experience in the end and I did truly love the children. I decided that Tel Aviv was like San Diego in The Middle East. I found new foods that I loved, like hummus and currywurst. I studied Arabic in Cairo, Egypt for six hours a day. I rode feluccas on the Nile River and rented a yacht with my friends on the Red Sea. Then I went scuba diving in Dahab

My Egyptian friend, Shady, on our yacht in Ain Sokhna, Egypt.

I camped out in the Sahara with a few friends and laid with my back flat on the sand, as I stared up at the stars. The next morning, when it was still dark outside, we climbed a huge, sandy cliff so that we could watch the sun rise over the desert. 

The sunrise in the Sahara Desert.

I spent a month studying German in Berlin, where I visited one of the weirdest museums of my life, learned about German street art, and found a new favorite artist.

The weird museum owner who showed me his collection of strange and bizarre things.

I went camping at Faaker See in the Austrian Alps, swam in the Mediterranean Sea in Israel, explored a bazaar in Jerusalem after wandering the old town. I lived like a millionaire in Dubai, where I saw the tallest tower and the biggest mall in the world.

The futuristic architecture of Dubai.

I fell in love in Nice when I was 18. I visited family friends in Zwiesel, the small town in Bavaria where they would take me on all kinds of adventures. With the Haase’s, I spent a day at a lake in The Czech Republic, visited downtown Munich, found a real witch shop, took a small plane over the forest, went to their very old second house a few towns away, celebrated a wine glass ceremony, and went to a German fish festival. With Steffi and her friends, we drove to the border of that country just to buy cheap alcohol.

The Haase’s second, fixer-upper house.
A church in Munich.

I visited places that I had always dreamed of seeing. But now, I see the same thing every day. Encinitas Boulevard as I drive to work, Ironsmith Coffee Roasters, San Elijo Hills, La Costa Oaks, and Captain Keno’s bar. Rarely anything else. So I need to find some way to have that adventure in my life or I will seriously lose my mind.

5 comments on “I Used To Have Adventure

  1. Wow, what adventures and experiences you have had, Write the book.

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  2. Pingback: A Day in LA: Kinky Chocolate, HypeBeast, and King Tut

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