Believe it or not, I am sitting down to write a post that does not involve food. Shocking, I know. But rather than spending another ten euro… Read more “Spanish Bullfighting: What really happens in the arena”
Author: becomingwaldo
Originally from a small, cozy town in south Georgia, I currently live north of Atlanta as a starving artist on the side with a pseudo adult career that is ever-changing. As a result of my heritage, I find shoes oppressing and pickles a delicacy. I'm country, plain and simple. But despite my slow drawl and bewildered smile, I'm an unyielding adventurer unable to settle, with one bag packed and five fingers always on the doorknob.
I currently have a job that allows me to enjoy two full months off every summer. In true generation Y- youthful dreamer fashion, I decided to cash in my savings and buy a plane ticket to Europe. With a few bucks in my pocket and a couchsurfing profile, I'll be wandering solo for 10 weeks, in search of strangers with welcoming arms and restaurants with "work for food" signs taped to the back door. If need be, I'll build a tambourine made of spoons and twine and join the local bands for spare change.
Join me in my attempts to merge with the crowds, lose myself in new cultures, and find my evolving identity in a world desperate to be explored. I won't be wearing a red scarf, but I will have a conspicuous red backpack and a Waldo-esque sense of adventure. Follow me through the chaos!
Lagos, Portugal: A land of unyielding fun-havers.
I know it’s been a solid week since my last post, and I apologize to everyone trying to live vicariously through me. I’m sure you’ve all been… Read more “Lagos, Portugal: A land of unyielding fun-havers.”
Fortified wines and Barcos Rabelos: the Majestic Porto.
When I finally left San Sebastian en route to Porto, I realized I had no expectations for the city of fortified wines, other than anticipating images of… Read more “Fortified wines and Barcos Rabelos: the Majestic Porto.”
The Ten Commandments of Train Travel: More lessons learned.
In my short 3 weeks of trekking through Europe, I have missed 7 trains. That´s right, 7. I´ve spared you 6 of these redundant tales, usually ending… Read more “The Ten Commandments of Train Travel: More lessons learned.”
Pintxos and Kalimotxos: my happy place.
San Sebastian, Spain… The whimsical land of elastic-waistband jumpers, naked laughing babies, and the greatest food scene in the region. Now that I’ve been here a full… Read more “Pintxos and Kalimotxos: my happy place.”
A Parisian Powerwalk
I arrived in Paris by coach, with plans to stay one or two days before heading south for sunbathing and tapas. With three maps and ten metro… Read more “A Parisian Powerwalk”
A British Birthday.
When I decided to forego my plans of a Parisian birthday in exchange for a boat cruise to London, I felt something which slightly resembled relief. And… Read more “A British Birthday.”
Boats and Birthdays
After nearly two hours of researching the most affordable way to travel from Germany to London, I finally hopped on a westbound train from Wesel to Amsterdam… Read more “Boats and Birthdays”
Wesel, Köln, and the wonderful world of Lindt Chocolatiers.
After a somewhat stressful journey from Berlin, I did finally arrive in the quaint, small town of Wesel. This tiny bump on the map is by no… Read more “Wesel, Köln, and the wonderful world of Lindt Chocolatiers.”
Lesson learned. Platforms, pastries, and the pisser.
Look at that beautiful train. So romantic. This image was exactly what I was hoping to capture to define my journey through Europe; as a character from… Read more “Lesson learned. Platforms, pastries, and the pisser.”
Becoming Waldo 