It’s a known fact that every flight has a crying baby, at least one mouthy complainer and a small flock of anxious worriers. They have to, I’m pretty sure it’s obligatory. Nevertheless, I’m always a bit peeved to find them on board, and there is something about me that draws the aforementioned to my general … More Breathless
How does one climb a mountain? Slowly. Painfully slow – glacial, even, at least in my case. I hail from the low and flat lands of Chicagoland suburbia, and have only had brief affairs with mountains (though with an extensive variety: Rockies, Appalachian, Magaliesburg, etc.). I quite enjoy the ample amounts of oxygen found down here … More The Beginning / El Principio
With Britt’s work obligations completed, on Friday morning we boarded the Statens Järnvägar (Swedish State Railway) for Stockholm. Though we found the small town of Älmhult to be charming, we were very looking forward to ending the trip in Sweden’s Capitol. After four hours, and two near-vomiting accidents later (our seats were facing backwards, which … More Taste of Stockholm
As of 5:10pm today, both of us Britts are on US soil. After 12 months and 15 days, 2 countries, thousands of miles (and dollars), several new friends and countless memories later, our year abroad is over. This past year has gone by incredibly fast, and yet we have grown more individually, and together, over … More She’s BAAaack!
Britt and I were riding high on our way back to the Jabalpur train station. We had just had one of the best vacations of our lives, and we also had a travel companion on this leg of the trip. One of the volunteers from Kipling Camp was headed back to Delhi, plus the Kipling … More Gondwana Express pt. 2, Jabalpur – Delhi
The Wild Rose 