i'm in costa rica!!!

i flew to costa rica a week and a half ago and have been manifesting the most incredible fates ever since. this country and these people are BEAUTIFUL through and through. more to come on what i've been up to very soon.

until then, PURA VIDA!

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leaving las vegas

the city somehow always looks significantly more beautiful when i'm flying away.

and off into the unknown i go.

again :)

sunrise in germany // sunset in malta

we made the trek through the graffiti-soaked streets in the black of night, just before sunrise. i was so glad to see berlin becoming a blur in the rearview mirrors on that long, quiet bus ride to the airport. but i couldn't tell if i was disappointed by berlin, or just too excited about the destination on my boarding pass to give it much of a chance.

noelle and i had a layover in milan (the only taste of italy i'd receive this summer). we went to a cafe where i drank tea to soothe yet another sore throat. noelle napped peacefully beside me despite the swarm of italian voices around us. 

on the flight to malta, i sat next to a handsome young australian guy who had maltese relatives on both sides of his family. he'd been to malta before and was going again this time to finish off a 6 week tour of europe with his mates. and he knew enough fascinating facts about the 7,000-year-old culture to give us an hour long history lesson in the air.

i am forever enchanted by all there is to learn in this world. college taught me a good bit, but there's nothing quite like a traveling classroom. i've learned more in these quick couple months than i did my entire senior year of university. 

when we got to malta, the hot air hit us like a wave. our limbs penetrated, immediately. berlin was fairly hot, but malta was HOT. dry hot. vegas hot. in that way, it felt a bit like home. and in other ways, i felt like i'd stepped on another planet.  

it was the first time i'd be on an island since i moved away from st thomas. so that felt a little familiar, too. but my virgin islands are green, mountainous little things.  malta is a big, flat slab of limestone. 

on the ride from the airport to the apartment where we'd be staying for the next couple weeks, i stared out the windows in a quiet awe at what was racing past. dusty brown buildings all made of limestone, jagged along the winding road like crooked teeth. colors and shapes and terrain that i'd never seen before. 

this isn't like europe at all. this is what northern africa looks like. holy shit, am i that close to africa?   

malta felt so inexplicably foreign. not like spain or france or holland or germany. like AFRICA! but not quite. like africa, with hints of italy. and dear god, was it breathtaking.

we watched the sun set on that long day of travel with red wine in hand. and we gave thanks for the unbelievable variety that this life affords.  

envoy did me right

those many hours of occupying myself in airports for hours upon hours and sleeping on cold floors was ALLLL worth it when i was able to upgrade to first class (envoy) on the way to barcelona. 

thanks to the gods of standby travel, there happened to be an open seat in envoy---a transatlantic legend. you see, it is obscenely expensive for non-standby travelers, and almost never available for standby.

but i was somehow lucky enough to fly to europe in my own luxurious, spacious, bed-like cubby, complete with three-course meals and neverending champagne, all for the puny price of $100... something that i will likely never experience again

strobe lights in the sky

on my flight from charlotte to dallas a few days ago, the captain announced an epic lightening show going on over a long stretch of louisiana. if you ever get the chance to see a lightening show from 30,000 feet, do yourself a favor and STARE AT IT. seriously. whatever you're reading or writing or dreaming about is in NO WAY cooler or more important than eye-level lightning. it is UN.REAL.

on this particular night in the sky, the lightening was so widespread and sporadic that there was constantly at least one area of the sky flashing. and since i was listening to my ipod, it looked like mother nature's version of an itunes visualizer. it seemed to flash to the beat of my music perfectly.

i listened to arcade fire and foals and imagined the state of louisiana having one gigantic rave down below. the lightening acting as strobe lights striking to the beat of the particular songs i was hearing. like my music was manipulating the electricity. or maybe the lightening knew the songs. 

i really wish i could've captured this experience with more than a couple blurry pictures and inadequate words. because i had an epic party in the sky and i was the only one invited. i think i was the only person on the plane with my face pressed against that circular window for the entire hour that it was happening. i had sleepy passengers all around me, volts of powerful electricity parallel to me, and good music in my ears. as if it was all especially choreographed for my enjoyment. mother nature rocks.

the first day of my life

last tuesday I put on my blue (and green) suede shoes and I boarded the plane. I savored the last dirty chai ill have for quite a while and watched the sun rise in Charlotte. then I was handed a ticket to St Thomas. I had a row to myself, so I sat at the window and watched the navy blue of the ocean turn turquoise as we reached the edge of the island. "Welcome hooome," radical face sang in my ears.

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