Spain, You Thrill Me

Spain, You Thrill Me

Park Guell in Barcelona

Spain, you kill me, in the best way.

It’s hot as hell and I do not know what day it is anymore.  I’ve lost all sense of time and my calendar no longer runs my life.  I stayed up until the sun made an appearance more times than I’ll admit, and have forgotten what eight hours of sleep feels like.  I have fully immersed into my temporary stay here in Spain.  Schedules around siestas, tapas and sangria add more structure to the day than much else, and I couldn’t be happier about it.  I think to myself, “Remember like three weeks ago when schedules, sales reports and work commitments were running your life?”  When planning meetings, excessive amounts of caffeine, and long commutes were the highlights of my day.  Then…I take a deep breath and smile.  Sweet relief overcomes me when I feel the great divide between that world and myself.  Can it be this way forever?  Probably not, but I plan to milk this travel time for all it is worth.  

So far, there have been many bucket list items checked off for me here in Spain (and a few in Portugal) and I’m starting to wonder about making new bucket list checklists.  At this rate, I will have nearly everything completed by the end of the year.  Time to start dreaming up all that will mean more.  What new items shall I add?  Perhaps a trip through South Africa or South America?  Maybe I will want to work as a tour guide at a museum housing jaw-dropping artwork.  Maybe I will try swimming with the sharks and skydiving after all.  Things I thought I never could do.  Imagine that!  What I could accomplish after this year of travel is over.  I will be unstoppable.  Maybe I already am. 

In three weeks I have been to two new countries, stared at works by Picasso and Velasquez, learned (more) Spanish, went to a Royal Palace, witnessed a miracle made by Gaudi called the Sagrada Familia, took over the DJ booth in Lisbon and danced in the middle of circle cheering “Go California!,” rode a motorbike through Porto, skinny dipped in the Mediterranean Sea, and made lifelong friendships.  Tuesday I will go Paris and finally see in the real life what was pictured on my walls since I was little girl.

IMG_1051 This is life.  This is what it was all about when I asked myself that so many times.  This is and was the answer.  “What is the point?” I would probe my friends and family looking for answers to questions I didn’t fully understand.  The rat race had me on all fours asking myself why I bothered.  I had the package American society sells us- I had it all.  The job, the clothes, the designer this and that, the “status” with society you work to achieve.  Everything I set out to do “when I grow up,” I did.  I was supposed to be happy according to the rest of the world.  I was very lucky- I was told time and again.  I didn’t feel lucky though.  I felt somewhat fake and shallow, dismissing my true needs and prioritizing things that did not actually matter.  

Travel is about so much more than my bucket list and great pictures, though.  It’s about a transformative process that is changing the way I see the world and myself.  All I have is myself to lean on, without all the materialism to distract me.  I see, hear and do things I could never have at home.  I see happiness in every color, shape, size and language.  I meet people from all around the world who are anxious for more.  So many inspiring people have crossed my path.  I’m gaining their energy by osmosis.  We all just want more…life.  And what a difference that sensation is from my life before!  More life please!          

“You’re so lucky” has turned into “You’re so strong” and “You’re so brave.”  I will take those characteristics over materialistic luck any day.  

By |2015-09-04T16:44:30+00:00September 4th, 2015|Dear Diary, From ___ with love, humor, Solo Female Travel|0 Comments

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On August 14th, 2015 I left my life in the United States behind with the intention to never look back. I had the "American Dream" and I woke up from it, to create a new reality for myself. I sought out beauty in a world that was increasingly dark for me at the time and ended up finding more than I bargained for. With only a backpack, I traveled across Europe, South East Asia and then on to Africa. With over 30 countries stamped in my passport, I've become an entirely new version of myself with a broader perspective on what it means to be a woman in today's world. My hope is that by sharing my stories and featuring women like me from around the world, we can inspire others to break down their own internal barriers and go cross a few international borders while they're at it. I truly believe travel can be healing to a troubled soul, empowering to the lost and rejuvenating for the exhausted. Perspective is everything, and I believe in the power of "going global," what about you? is a site that started out with my stories and grew into a platform for women all around the world to tell their travel tales of trials and triumph. We all believe that the more you see of the world, the better you can be as a person who inhabits it. Women encouraging other women to grow, travel, evolve- that's what SGG is all about. ---> Read my very first blog post (see "Archives" for August 2015) to learn how this all began.

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  1. Moritz September 4, 2015 at 6:14 pm - Reply

    Sounds like pretty much achieved everything you wanted so far! Spain and Portugal are lovely, I’d love to spend more time in both countries… When it comes to your bucket list, I’d recommend to consider South Africa. It’s an amazing country with so much to offer!

  2. Forrest September 4, 2015 at 10:22 pm - Reply

    What a great read! And a great adventure that is not coming to you but being made by you! You’re drive to get out and make it a reality, to ditch this daily same ole same ole is extremely inspiring to me. You made it a priority and did it. Keep up your great blog posts and put out more images! We’re all living vicariously through you here!

  3. Brandon September 17, 2015 at 4:07 am - Reply

    Awesome! Go you!

  4. Voyager November 9, 2015 at 3:37 am - Reply

    Awesome post. I would love to go to Spain one day!

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