There are a lot of ways to travel, domestic or international, solo or in a group, guided or unguided, organized or winging it, foot or donkey train - you're smart, I'm sure you get it. The past couple of years I've pigeonholed myself in a world of "Solo, no plans, I can do everything myself"
Ready to see a bunch of words that your brain will see and say, "I know how to pronounce those", but that in reality, you are saying completely inaccurately (you are also probably using too many of the letters)? Welcome to French. The following is a very rough guide to the French language.
I can't say that I have ever heard someone speak ill of Sweden (except for maybe some complaints about the long and brutal winters). After gallivanting around the country for some time, my opinion of this place has only grown more favorable. The Kingdom of Sweden, home to nine and a half million
My hitchhiking from Maastricht to Dortmund goes well and I arrive in Germany earlier than expected. Two hours until I am expected at my host's apartment - I guess it's a good time for a celebratory beer. I find my host's place to get my aimless wandering out-of-the-way and then head to the
Oh, France. Whether or not they've been, France is one of those places that everyone seems to think they know about. There's always someone telling you how beautiful Paris is, how you have to try the wine, or how the people will refuse to speak English to you (yeah, learn French you lazy
Before arriving in Belgium I heard from multiple groups of travelers that, "it was the one place they would have skipped" given the chance to "do it over" (no regrets, people). Undeterred, I decided to find out for myself. The verdict? I haven't the slightest clue what these people were
After successfully navigating my way through Sweden on the thumb, I have mustered up the confidence to try my luck hitching in a place where the English is not as widely spoken. It is time to venture into Germany and towards my newly acquired destination: Berlin. I am currently in the city of
Many people think that because I travel, it somehow means that I have some vast reserve of gold hidden away in the mountains (which is why I had to hike the Pacific Crest Trail, duh). Alas, my trusty treasure trove fails to support the lavish habits of many travelers and vacation-goers - namely,