The Traveller

After almost a week of living in a party hostel in San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua I decided I needed a break.

At first, I never travelled to Europe because there were a lot of other places that I was far more interested in seeing. I know it’s a stereotype, but when I think of Europe, I picture Rome and all the super touristy ruins, museums, and other sites which just don’t make my toes curl

It can be said that behind every falsehood rests a grain of truth but there is no truth in saying everyone of a nationality possess a fixed set of characteristics.

I was moving so fast on the road that I hardly updated my blog within the first four months. (Well that and when I wasn’t moving fast, I was busy napping in a hammock, milking my hangover).

I swore I would never become that guy. You know, that douche who won’t eat something because it pales in comparison to the ‘real’ thing from its place of origin.

Getting scammed by swindlers or robbed by charlatans while on vacation can be a major downer, but so long as you walk away from it, it usually makes for a pretty good story later.

Oh hi, remember me? That fun loving lady who travels the globe and writes about it? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot me.

But before I could get out of my stank clothes and visit sleepsville I heard some crazy drama going on just outside the hostel and had to check out that dilly-o.

Lonely Planet guidebooks have saved my life on several occasions. Whether I’m lost and need one of the handy maps they provide or I can’t find a hostel online that isn’t booked up, those books are my savior.