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Friday, February 3, 2017
Budapest, Hungary

“Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps. The sleeper must awaken.” – Frank Herbert

I have a feeling that there will be many posts about Budapest in the upcoming month and a half.
I have posted myself here until the 180 days are up and I can finally go back to Romania! I could have tried to get a job in the USA (that would be difficult since I would only be there for a short while). I also could have saved money and stayed with my parents (but that would have been boring).
Instead, I am helping out at a hostel here in Budapest. Living the life. Meeting new people. Attending all of the ruin bars in town to find the best ones. Getting lost in the city to find its hidden treasures. And inviting friends to come on down so I can personally show them the best day ever.
I remember on my way to Romania, I spent a short time in this enchanting city and knew I needed to come back… why not see all there is to see and more and stay here for a month and a half!:)
In fact, my first night here, I had a whirlwind night of meeting my fellow helpers and going to the coolest ruin bar in town, Szimpla. There were all kinds of neat things to find on the walls and on the floor and the ceiling. The hallways and stairs were narrow and stone so it had a labyrinth-like feel to it.. there was a toilet on the ground floor right by the dance floor (hopefully no one has actually used it).. there was a fish tank upstairs.. the outside courtyard was overrun with great green leafy trees and a big red sports car… there was writing all over the walls.. ohhh it was my dream bar!!! I never got bored just looking around at the hodgepodge of wonderful things to entertain myself with!  Unique… different.. bizarre.. beautiful… enchanting… so very fresh than a normal bar :))  and they had some pretty hiphoppening music to get down to as well! ;)) I have a feeling I will be back in the near future.
I also did a quick walk through of the city again.  Below are the pictures… I will have a bit of an update on the city and the experiences after I have been here longer… but so far it is a tad overwhelming.. I speak no Hungarian, but I recently learned my favorite phrase in Hungarian, “Why not?” I’d say it is pretty useful for an adventurous traveler to know…  Less people know English here than in Bucharest… But ohh the buildings are so beautiful.. and the bridges… and the random statues all over.. I am so glad I chose this place to chill at.. I think the time will pass quickly
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What a wonderful view… It is so much prettier in real life.. or in a  better camera… But that is the view of the Fisherman’s Bastion from the Chain Bridge..

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I love this little statue.. I saw this guy when I first came here and absolutely adored it,.. Just beyond,.. in the background is the famous Chain Bridge…

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Another fun little statue of a girl playing catch with her puppy :)) Just down the walkway from the Chain Bridge to the White Bridge…

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I love this little portly police guy :))

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The Love Lock Tree :))

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St Stephen’s Basilica… I’ll go inside one day… but I love the coffee shop on the right hand side… mostly because it is called “California Coffee Company” and I adore California..

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The Green Bridge near sunset.. Just behind me is the huge Central Market Hall where you can find a huge assortment of fresh and local cheeses and meats and breads and fish and Hungarian specialties.. It was so overwhelming that the first time all I came out with was a pomegranate.. but I learned that most of the people know enough English for someone to purchase something since it is quite the tourist attraction too..

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The Love Lock Tree :))

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The start of the Chain Bridge.. with the lovely fierce lions protecting on either side.

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Can you tell that I love this bridge>! :))

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And again, the Green Bridge… Ohhhh how I wish I had a better camera to show you guys how beautiful it really is!!

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And here is my favorite Market… soOoOoo much fresh meats and cheeses and breads and fish and vegetables and fruits…. Don’t be afraid to talk up the workers, most of them know at least some English since this place is pretty famous and a lot of tourists pop by for Hungarian specialties. :))

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The writings on the wall…

“Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.” ~Jean-Luc Godard

January 5, 2017

One thing I adored in my travels was wandering the streets of the big foreign cities. Meandering down the uneven cobblestone streets. The family run stores. The unique range of items in each. The attempts to speak their language and being met with smiles of encouragement as I tried to charm them anyway with my attempts, yet butchering of their language. The air was so much fresher without all the skyscrapers and bland buildings. The  smells of all the foods wafting in the air. The pureness of the coffee….
And the street art.
I LOVED the street art.
I was FASCINATED with finding the scrawling in English in all of the countries. Little words and quotes amongst the sometimes beautiful, sometimes hectic murals and foreign writings on the walls…

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Florence, Italy – One of my very favorite cities… such narrow streets.. such beautiful sunsets.. such hidden little treasures like these…Bubbles were blown on the streets.. I forgot my money but the man who heated up my pizza slice (one of the best pizza slices in THE WORLD) made me sit and eat my pizza before he allowed me to leave to go back to the place I was staying to get my money.. there was a certain romantic, haunting, old-timey beauty about this city…

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Rome, Italy – a city overflowing with history and culture and food and wine and vines and vespas… Unfortunately, I only got to spend 2 days there.. but I will most certainly be back.. But this little sight made me smile 🙂

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Venice, Italy – I have found the word “Love” in every single city that i explored. It was such a fun treasure hunt.. I loved finding it in the language of the countries I was at too.. but theres something fun about looking for “Love” in unexpected places ;))

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Naples, Italy – Both of the above were on the same door covering of a closed store… The words were quite hard to see in the dim streetlights and I was rather tipsy on wine but I was waiting for my friend to buy our 2nd bottle and stared at these words for a good 5 minutes.. taking it all in… running my hand over the metal door, taking in the energy behind the words… letting it speak to my soul.. and feeling the feels of “How Can An Angel Broke My Heart”.. the incorrect English.. it just filled me with an infinite sadness for whoever wrote it.. and the other, “Am I In Love With You Or Am I In Love With The Feeling” resonated in particular about various people and places and events on this trip…

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Naples, Italy – The moon is another one of my very favorite things in the world. I saw the word “Moon” hidden all throughout Naples, one of the dirtiest cities with very strange, unique people, cheap wine and walls covered in the most random and chaotic street art, scrawlings and scribbles.. So it was even more exciting to find treasures like these…

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Basel, Switzerland – My friend had just taken me on a swim down the Rhine river.. We each had little “fish” that were waterproof bags in the shape of fish and acted as a flotation device as well… Our group was one fish short, so instead of desperately clinging to a fish the entire time the water took us gently down the river in its current, I was free swimming.. and it was the most beautiful feeling.. and at the end we grabbed beer in this funky little nomadic, artistic area and I was filled with warm fuzzies and happy and sunshine… As we were walking back I happened upon this beauty 🙂

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Barcelona, Spain – I was wandering the city and decided to go to the beautiful Park Güell that was filled with all kinds of stone statues and covered in tiles… I quickly felll in love with Gaudi’s work and style.. the shimmery tiles.. the quirky architecture.. it was all so magical… Anyway, I found a tiny exit out of the bigger park (the free area of the park) that looked like it would provide the most gorgeous view of the city.. and it did.. but it did also have this (and many more of the same) message to tourists..

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Brasov, Romania – one of my favorites EVER. It says it all. “I miss you’re stupid face”

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Brasov, Romania – What’s meant to be will always find its way. Very true. Everything happens for a reason.

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Brasov, Romania – this one made me smile… and made me wish I had someone to send this to and mean it with all my heart…

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Bucharest, Romania – Not exactly sure what this one is about… but I was wandering a nearly empty park in late fall and found this little fountain.. it seemed as though it hadn’t had water in it for forever.. the tiles were broken on the inside.. there was a thick layer of dirt coating the broken tiles… the outside around it, where people would normally sit was nearly all taken apart… and “Madonna with coat was h” was all that was left of who knows what kind of message :)) I love it.

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Bucharest, Romania – #PeopleLikeUndMe.  I found these all over in Bucharest. They intrude me… #PeopleLikeUndMe apparently do all kinds of things… Dance in the rain… Hold Hands.. Don’t need Sleep.. Run free.. Dance together.. Are meant to be… Get lucky…
Finding them hidden around the city still make me smile 🙂

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Bucharest, Romania – “Stop the violence” scrawled on a building that was falling apart in thimble of a park…

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Bucharest, Romania – Ohhhhh Romania :)))..

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Naples, Italy – Across the street from this was “You Belong To Me”  I adored these little sweet declarations of love…

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Seattle, WA – My first full day back in the states, I found a sign of hope and acceptance and love from the Universe that made my heart smile 🙂

Romania, My Love

“I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.” – Bill Bryson

December 20, 2016

Long time, no write…
Soooo…
My life has taken an interesting turn since I last posted…
I ended up getting a job… making some good friends.. and getting invested and involved with some people and things dear to my heart…
What a beautiful life this is….
Romania..
Who would’ve ever thought that would be the place that I would find my people.. my job.. my heart.. Fall in love with such a foreign, quaint and quirky yet beautiful country…
I honestly went there on a whim… the hostel in Bucharest was one of the first ones that messaged me back saying they wanted me to help them for the month… and it was out of the Shengen area so that meant that I could stay in Europe beyond the 3 months I had in the Shengen… And I knew nothing much about Romania… why not check it out.. I tried asking people about it.. no one had anything good to say… not necessarily bad.. but lots of warnings.. of stray dogs and thieves and conniving gypsies and left over communist attitudes and cold people and ugliness..
But I found no stray dogs… not once was I stolen from, in fact, people went out of their way to help me on multiple occasions.. I stayed at a gypsy camp and was greeted with nothing but curiosity, interest and the need for them to share their ways so I could share with others,.. beautiful people.. beautiful souls.. sure the sides of the roads are littered with trash and cigarette butts and empty cans.. its got its charm… beautiful architecture… one of my favorite jobs, teaching little ones and playing with them in the woods.. love…
Romania is in the EU, but not the Shengen..
What a fascinating country… what fascinating people..
How different they grew up…
I love learning about the culture.. the food.. the music.. how they grew up.. their thoughts on USA and everything else…
And everyone I have met pretty much knows a good amount of English.. much mores than any other country that I have visited…
I could pour out my heart… all of the people that have helped me through and opened their arms and their hearts to a crazy American girl… one in particular.. and my job… at an International Forest School/Kindergarten.. the most beautiful 2 year old classroom I have ever encountered.. Playing in the woods.. the snow.. the leaves.. the water..
Just wow..
And visiting Transylvania.. hiking in the mountains..
Getting more and more involved in people and things in Bucharest and beyond…
So when December came.. I realized my 90 days were almost up (as an American citizen, with my passport, I have the same deal as with the Shengen area… 90 days in a 180 day period). I reached out to my job.. my friend(s)…  Everyone did what they could to try to help me stay there/come back sooner… but due to miscommunication and misunderstanding, when I came back to the USA for the holidays…. I have to wait out the rest of the 180 days before I can return. I emailed and called the Romanian embassies all throughout the USA and all of them said the same thing… there was nothing I could do. I could’ve easily dealt with it when I was in Romania.. If I would have known…
But I am not the best at details… I am pretty good at putting things off until the last minute (“hmmm… I came here in September… I should probably look into how long I am allowed to stay in Romania and what I should do to stay longer… maybe tomorrow…”) So I take full blame…
But, here are some pictures of some of my favorite times and favorite people and most beautiful places I have encountered during my 3+ months in Romania (yes, I did stay past the 3 months, but went in and paid the fine so that I could officially be a “legal illegal alien”)

A few of my favorite things..

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted. 
~Jack Kerouac 

Monday August 8, 2016
Day 81
Coppet, Switzerland

Where do I want to go?
I lay in bed after work dreaming happily of all the wonderful this world has to offer.
Do I want to search for the Loch Ness monster in Scotland? Or catch their national animal-the unicorn somewhere in the misty forests of the Highlands?
Do I want to explore castles and sunsets and drink a good beer in Bavaria Germany? Explore the places that inspired the Brothers Grimm’s to write such haunting tales? All the castles in Germany that come straight from fairy tales? Run my fingers over the Berlin wall and feel all the history that it holds.. if those walls could speak..
Do I want to swim in the most gorgeous waterfalls I’ve ever seen that look like fairy pools at Piltvice Lakes in Croatia? Taste the fresh fish caught fresh off the Dalmatian coast?
Do I want to indulge my taste buds sip wine and eat pesto by the ocean in Italy? Visit the vineyards that make the most delicious wine?
Do I want to scour the rocky, cliff rimmed coast of Ireland looking for leprechauns in the mist? Drink some Irish whiskey with some good ol boys as they fill my ears with their beautiful accent? Sample some Guinness at the Storehouse? Learn to truly dance a jig to some lively Irish music at an authentic Irish pub?
Do I want to go on the hunt for Dracula and his friends in Transylvania and hear the mysterious superstitions of howling wolves and bloodthirsty vampires and meet the original gypsies?
Do I want to go to Kraków. The “proper place to experience Poland” and spend my days sipping Wodka and exploring old town’s secrets and sampling home-cooked Polish cuisine at a bar mleezny (milk bar)?
Or maybe I should compare the Swiss alps to the Italian alps… Or French alps.. Hike up and up and up until I’m up in the clouds, my heart and head dizzy with excitement?
Morocco sounds nice. Warm. Sandy. Exotic. Different. Colorful.
Or should I go back to France and buy a baguette and cheese and a bottle of wine and find an ancient castle to fall asleep in.. But you can’t see the stars in a castle… Maybe I’ll sleep in the courtyard…
Where in Europe can I get lost in nature for a few days? Who will be my new tour guide through the wild?
Also, I hear Prague is nice…
Amsterdam…
Experience the brilliant colors of the  northern lights up in Finland or Norway…
And most of all, I wish to trek through the jungles of Southeast Asia.. Taste the sun ripened fruit hanging low and heavy with sweet juicy delight. Swim in crystal clear waters. Play in the sand…

Where’s the most beautiful ocean?

Where can I find fairy tale forests?

Can you take me through a lush green jungle/forest with a raging waterfall with droplets of rainbows drifting off?
Let’s build a rope swing over a crystal blue lake and take turns screaming as we let go and throw our bodies into the icy cold water and rise to the surface gasping for air, laughing and quickly clambering out to do it once more.
There’s so much I want to do.
I have nothing but time.
I want to make memories.
I am a dreamer. A dreamer I will be til the day I die.

Someone once dedicated the song “Free Bird” by Lynard skynard to me. Another was sure “Wildflowers” by Tom Petty was written about me. Yet another listened to “Wild Child” by Kenny Chesney and asked why I didn’t tell them I had asking written about me. And then there was the friend that turned to me and said that whenever he heard “I was born a unicorn” by the Unicorns he always smiled cuz I was such a unicorn in this world of horses (lol).

Whoever I end up with.. I hope he will accept my wanderlust… Just as my close friends understand… My need for adventure…My need to chase the new… To challenge the unknown… To believe in magic… To make flower crowns when we see wildflowers and eat berries on the side of the trail and look for faces in the gnarls of the trees as we walk by… To accept that I love to take off my shoes in the mud or leaf littered forest and feel the earth below me.
Understand that if I see waterfalls or rivers or lakes or oceans or even mud puddles my first instinct is to jump in and it’s difficult for me to hold back…
That I can dance in a club or festival and party til dawn just as I can get lost in the rhythm of the drums at a drum circle. I can go to a pub and cheer on the local football team or have a good laugh in the corner with friends new and old, but also adore more intimate gatherings with bonfires or hammocks or couches or music. But most nights I enjoy drinks with friends and watching the sunset color the the world around me and the sky open up to glittering stars. Connecting with other beautiful souls.
And there are many nights for simply sleeping. And others for shutting out the world with a good book… Or an intriguing travel story or historical fiction (or guilty pleasure) on Netflix..

That I recharge my soul through the moon. The sun. The stars. The woods. The trees. The mountains. The waters. The mud. The rain. The wind. The snow.

Someday I’ll find someone that understands. Not someone to tame me. Not settle me. Not trap me. But someone that will have the patience… allow me to slowly switch my priorities to finally having a physical home to get over the fear of a “normal life” doesn’t mean “boring” or “settling.” A family. And I will know. And he will know. And we will know. That although we might find a home, an address, our adventures will have just begun.

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep rolling under the stars. 
~Jack Kerouac