Prior to taking off for Tenerife, I had a layover in Barcelona and a few days prior I had this idea that perhaps Simone would like to come along for a day trip with me. And lucky for me, she was up for a little adventuring so on a grey Thursday, we found ourselves in… Continue reading Barcelona.
It’s St Patrick’s Day and I’m feeling a little reminiscent of the ways I celebrated in the years past. During my time at Michigan State University, St. Patrick’s Day was always looked on with excitement. The last two years that I spent in East Lansing as a student I lived with Ann and Kaley in an apartment… Continue reading St. Pat’s Day & Memories.
All of five weeks ago, I received a message from Ann expressing the sentiment that due to work schedules and vacation time and my timetable of returning to the states, she did not think she would be able to come to visit in June as we had planned from before I even arrived in Spain.… Continue reading Paris is Always a Good Idea.
[pey-shuh ns]. Described on dictionary.com as,1) “the quality of being patient, as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like,” 2) “an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay,” and 3) “quiet, steady perseverance; even-tempered care; diligence.” Patience is a lesson… Continue reading Patience.
My dear friend Lauren paid a visit to me just over a week ago now. There’s nothing like having someone visit to make you appreciate the space you live in with fresh eyes. We made a day trip to Soller and the Port, and meandered around Palma, visiting the necessary sights, and then some. But… Continue reading When Lauren Comes to Mallorca…
Bet you thought I was done posting about my trip from the beginning of January. And then I bet you thought that I already put up pictures from Berlin. Regarding the former, you were incorrect, but the latter, you would have been right, however we circled back to Berlin on the last day of our… Continue reading Berlin (Part Two).
“My house in Budapest, my hidden treasure chest…” George Ezra knows how to sing it; Budapest was a little hidden treasure chest with gems sprinkled throughout the city. But somehow, this capital city has been kept under wraps to much of the world it seems. I have been trying to tell everyone who has asked how… Continue reading Budapest!