I have been traveling through Iceland and Norway for about three weeks now. My brain has been full of the usual travel hubub: planning routes and stay, cramming in waterfalls, hikes, and fjord tours, and (oh yeah.…) sleep. I am working on projects for The New Primal (now up on the site! Here) , a photo-essay about coffee shop owners, a photographic exploration of the pros and cons of tourism, and self portraits in bathrooms around the world (it’s cool. I swear!) . Amidst these projects, I’m attempting to find and then kick down doors of opportunity at various editorial magazines. AND/OR, buy a van and travel the states for a year.
In these most recent travels I have found that fingernails and toenails grow too fast, Snot runs more freely when toilet paper isn’t in my very own personal bathroom in the room next door, And, for those who have seen the Saturday Night Live episode about one-upping , there have definitely been times in which my fellow traveler Zion and I have each had to swallow our egos and admit that we really aren't the security guard. Or that we are both security guards ;)
Thanks to Instagram, I have been able to somewhat express my feelings about Iceland, my new obsession with muted yellow, and my excitement in unexpected Banksy sightings. What I have NOT yet expressed is my newly discovered love of the movie Pulp Fiction (how had I never watched it??) and chamomile tea with coconut milk. Thank you my friend Amelia.
I’ve found that my written journal entries tend to relay thoughts produced by conversations with both old and new friends. We have discussed the environmental and economical pros of a vegan lifestyle, loneliness in travel/life and lack of physical touch, finding spiritual solitude and mindfulness, methods of exploration, and the defining of home.
Tonight I plan to:
-Skype with Jadan, my Snapchat best friend for two months straight (it tracks it, ya know), who will be joining us in India November 1st!
-Buy an Indian Visa
-Make this blog post
-Watch Minority Report (the movie selection on Netflix in Europe has been on point)
Fun Fact: I have had countless conversations about Trump since arriving in Europe. The conversation normally goes something like this:
them- “Ah you’re American! You have a strange accent.”
me- “Yup! So people tell me.”
them- “From which part?”
me- “Washington State, on the west coast”
them-“Ah I’ve heard it’s beautiful there!…So what do you think about Trump eh?”
me- *laugh* “Probably about the same as you.”
Them = a group of Germans at a campground, an Australian mother and son, and a young man from England.