Summer is sacred to me. It represents freedom and adventure and culture. During this time, I am blessed with the opportunity to escape normalcy and have a grand and glorious time. These months are vital for my sanity and for the person I am. Travel has become my supreme passion. I think it might be my religion. I have learned so much about the world and myself, and I treasure those experiences. The things I have seen could come from a book, but it would be impossible to experience the sensations. The places I have been could have been visited virtually on Google Maps, but I wouldn’t hear the cars honking, smell the food cooking, or feel the rough roads beneath my feet. When I’m somewhere new, I’m my best self.
After the concert, we still had another day in Santa Clara to recuperate from the excitement of the night before. I intended to visit the Winchester House, that famed dwelling […]
My picture folder is full again, so it’s time to share them with you! Maybe I should just get a real Tumblr? No. I can’t. I’ll never get off. The […]
Morosely, I set things aside to ship home and put my bag back together, not enchanted as I usually am by my miraculous ability to stuff an entire month’s worth […]
Since my love for San Francisco knows no bounds nor limits, I wanted to be up as early as I could. You know how this story ends up, yes? I […]
I woke up as my door was opening, sure I was about to be robbed or murdered or raped or something awful, but it was just the maid. I don’t […]
I never really put much thought into San Francisco. This trip has always been about going to Hollywood and becoming a beloved celebrity. That didn’t happen, of course. I feel […]