Look Mom I made friends

Day one, immediately after landing I arrived at my hostel, Jacobs Inn. Upon checking in I was told my bed wasn't ready but could leave my bags and go on a free walking tour offered by the hostel. So instead of a well needed nap I decided to tour the city with a bunch of strangers, who believe it or not ended up being some of the greatest people I've ever met. Post tour, me and two other Americas, two Germans, and Australian and a New Zealander attempted to navigate our way through Dublin to the Guiness Storefront but ended up at a backpackers pub crawl instead. 

This morning the jet lag hit me hard as I slept in before grabbing a scone and coffee and walking over to the National Botanical Gardens that sat next to the Glasnevin Cemetery. Tomorrow I'll navigate the trains while I try and find my way to shores of Galway. 

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Surprise layover

The most important thing about traveling is paying close attention to your itenerary. So when you land in Chicago thinking you only have four hours to kill over night and you actually have a twenty hour layover you won't be completely flustered with what to do. Luckily a nice hotel clerk gave me a killer deal on a room so I got an unexpected good nights sleep and got to parade around the Windy City playing tourist in the morning. Life tip: always ask the bartender what kinda of pizza they recommend, I guarantee you won't regret it. Unless you are lactose tolerant. 

 

For real now, off to Ireland !

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Return to the PNW

I've spent the last week vangabonding the PNW. Between learning to roast coffee professionally, being a tourist in San Fransisco, watching lots of great music shows, and sharing priceless laughss and beers with my friends and family. I'm now off for my next adventure in life, a two and half week travel around Ireland, Amsterdam and wherever else I find myself! Stay tuned!

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Family Duck Shack

In 1949 my grandpa through some loops managed to homestead a property which now is part of a reserve across the bay from Kenai, Alaska. It was his gift to my grandma. Throughout the year cabins have burnt down, been re-built, boats gotten a stuck in the sloughs, memories shared, and plenty of ducks were sacrificed.

Between me being a typical high school girl and going off to college it's been about ten years since I was able to make the family trip over for opening day. But man after this year I will be sure never to miss it again. The musty old cabin that smells of a woodstove fire fresh perculated coffee. I was lucky enough to watch the northern lights dance across the sky, my pup retrieve birds as if she hadn't take a four year hiatus from it, and spend foggy morning hunting with my dad. 

 

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