Travel costs time and money.  What are you getting in return?  Five priceless things, if you ask me. *Pictures are from Istanbul, Turkey.   1.   Confidence. Travel has challenged me in a number of ways. I’ve had to become proficient at land […]Read More ›

When I started this trip 100 days ago, I believed that I was embarking on a truth-seeking journey. There were two things that made me view my trip in this way. The fırst was my writıng instructor at the University […]Read More ›

I was in a bad mood when I arrived in Athens. Why? I was tired from the travel. You may be thinking, “STFU” or “cry me a river,” but one thing I can say, with honesty, is that travel is […]Read More ›

On May 7th, I left Bucharest on an overnight train to Sofia, Bulgaria. I arrived in Sofia at 7 a.m. on May 8 (two hours later than expected). Again, this is a difference between eastern and western Europe. In France, […]Read More ›

In the last 36 hours, Bucharest, Romania grew on me more and more. The day after my epic Pizza Hut experience, I took a tour of the Parliament Building. As I alluded to in the last entry, it is the […]Read More ›

When I woke up in Romania on Wednesday morning, I had no idea what to expect. I’ve heard so much about cities like Jerusalem, Cairo, Paris, and Berlin, but Bucharest was a mystery. The train was headed through Transylvania, a […]Read More ›

Whatever you do will seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it. In Budapest, Franz # 56 (real name: Marco) helped me to confront my fears and embrace my dreams and destiny.  After a boat ride down the […]Read More ›

Three words summed up Budapest:  baths, butt cracks and boats. Let’s start with the baths. Budapest is known for its thermal baths (aka. heated pools) and a visit to the baths is an essential part of any travel itinerary. My […]Read More ›

Vienna was Vienna. This time, there was no ménage à trois, sleeping on park benches, or pleasant-smelling men. There was simply me and my backpack, wandering the streets of a new city. In an earlier post I alluded to that fact […]Read More ›

My first night in the Czech Republic I slept in a train station and on a park bench. That’s my own fault, really. I waited until the night before I left Berlin to book a hostel in Prague, forgetting that […]Read More ›