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 ›