When I first decided to go to Iceland, it was really just because I thought ‘Oh! That would be cool!!’ I didn’t know anything about the country, it just seemed like a cool place to say I’ve been. Now, a little over 24 hrs after I came to this country, I am already planning my return trip.
Continue reading Iceland -A Must See
Iceland weather is surprisingly similar to Vancouver’s weather. A few days before I arrived, a huge storm rolled through, which has meant rain, wind and cold ever since.
How the other travelers are responding: “OMG its so cold, we should rent a car and travel around in the warm.”
Me: “Crap, Vancouver weather followed me here 😑”
Suffice it to say I still feel like I’m in Vancouver, minus the whole not-being-able-to-understand-the-local-language (though there are so many foreign languages in Vancouver, sometimes I felt that way there too.)
Above: Iceland’s Olympic training center, located a few blocks away from my hostel. Found while wondering in the rain before I could check into my hostel.
P.S. Dad – I’m cold, but still alive.
It has begun. As of 3:55pm on today – October 19th – my 2 month adventure has begun.
Today started like normal. I was lazy and didn’t want to function, so I skyped a really good friend for the last time in the foreseeable future, then finally mustered up the energy to go run some last minute errands and chores. Which was going great. Until it wasn’t.
Now, if you know me, you know I hate doing laundry. Like fully despise it. But since I’ll be gone for 2 months, I knew I couldn’t leave the clothes I’m not bringing dirty for that long, so I gave in and started a load of laundry. The only problem? I forgot soap. 30min later I finally realized what I had done and had to completely redo the load…. This was the beginning of my end.
Continue reading The Beginning
When I first started thinking about backpacking Europe for an extended period of time, an important question came to my mind – Would I actually like being by myself for very long? My hypothesis was yes – I had always enjoyed being alone with my thoughts, I’m sure that wouldn’t be different while I was traveling. But could I manage it for 2 straight months?
Continue reading My Father Thinks I’m Going to Die
Throughout everyone’s lives, we have all made at least one resolution that we swore we would keep only to cave in eventually. That first night you experience tequila: “I’ll never drink again” – then two weeks later you get twice as plastered as before. Or the common “This holiday season I’ll be careful what I eat!” Two months later, you’ve still gained the holiday 15lbs. I had a similar situation with my first tattoo. I had wanted a tattoo for years, but once I got my first one – “This will be my last, I don’t see myself as the type of person with more than one tattoo.” Five years later, I got a second one.
Continue reading The Second Tattoo: In Memorial
As of 4pm today, I have officially quit my job. As of 5pm, I cancelled my cellphone service (starting Thursday, don’t worry! You can still call me until then!) And as of 7pm, I cancelled my Canadian credit card. Now all that is left to do is to double check my bags and repack them for the 7th time (the 2nd time this week alone).
Continue reading And The Adventure Begins
Since that faithful day when my father stupidly agreed to get a fake tattoo with me, my parents had to face the fact that one day their little girl would permanently mark her body with a real tattoo. But that never stopped them from trying to convince me it was a bad idea – or even thinking I was pranking them when I finally got my first tattoo.
Continue reading My Father’s Response
My first year of University was one of the only years at UBC where there was an 18+ party nearly every weekend (the drinking age in Vancouver is 19, so most of the parties nowadays are 19+ alcoholic events). However, on March 17th (Saint Patrick’s Day), everyone in Canada gets super drunk and most of the first years had already turned 19, so it was one of the only weeks that there were absolutely no 18+ parties. Unfortunately for me and my best friend, our birthdays are in June so we were shit outta luck for partying that day. What did we decide to do instead? Get tattoos.
Continue reading My First Tattoo pt. 2
Since I was about 14 years old, I have fantasized with the idea of getting a tattoo. It all started when I went on a trip to Atlantis in the Bahamas with my parents. The resort had fake-tattoo kiosks all over, and seeing as we were on vacation and I nagged my father endlessly to let me get one, he and I got one together during the last few days of our trip. Unfortunately for dad, giving into my constant begging ended with me realizing – ‘Dude, this looks so good, I wanna get a real one.’
Continue reading My First Tattoo pt. 1