Category Archives: Journey Log

Volume 7: C’est la vie

A march through history and love; I can’t think of another way to sum up France. We landed at the Charles de Gaulle airport where luck struck us early. An older couple walked by and handed us their all day

Volume 7: C’est la vie

A march through history and love; I can’t think of another way to sum up France. We landed at the Charles de Gaulle airport where luck struck us early. An older couple walked by and handed us their all day

Volume 10: Greece

In honor of the upcoming release, I’m going to “Star Wars” this blog post and skip ahead to our time in Greece. Future posts will reflect back to France, Italy, and Switzerland. Volume 11: Greece Athens || Greece from Levi

Volume 10: Greece

In honor of the upcoming release, I’m going to “Star Wars” this blog post and skip ahead to our time in Greece. Future posts will reflect back to France, Italy, and Switzerland. Volume 11: Greece Athens || Greece from Levi

Volume 6: Germany

It wasn’t easy. The journey back had a variety of obstacles that made it difficult to get to Frankfurt. Originally, I had planned a ride back with a gentlemen through a website called BlaBlaCar. When I was supposed to leave

Volume 6: Germany

It wasn’t easy. The journey back had a variety of obstacles that made it difficult to get to Frankfurt. Originally, I had planned a ride back with a gentlemen through a website called BlaBlaCar. When I was supposed to leave

Volume 5: Poland

From Berlin, I decided to make a quick trek over to Poland for a couple of nights (five hours by bus). It was an easy decision because to my good fortune, I had a few friends studying abroad in Wroclaw

Volume 5: Poland

From Berlin, I decided to make a quick trek over to Poland for a couple of nights (five hours by bus). It was an easy decision because to my good fortune, I had a few friends studying abroad in Wroclaw

Part One: Germany

After Jay and I split from Lisbon, I took a hefty leap east into the countryside of Germany. As I was departing, a young lady named Denise sitting next to me on the flight asked why I was heading to

Part One: Germany

After Jay and I split from Lisbon, I took a hefty leap east into the countryside of Germany. As I was departing, a young lady named Denise sitting next to me on the flight asked why I was heading to

Volume 4: Obrigado Portugal

Five weeks. It’s the longest I’ve spent in a foreign country since my trip to the Philippines. Was it worth it? Well honestly, it wasn’t long enough. I already miss the people. The list is lengthy and for good reason.

Volume 4: Obrigado Portugal

Five weeks. It’s the longest I’ve spent in a foreign country since my trip to the Philippines. Was it worth it? Well honestly, it wasn’t long enough. I already miss the people. The list is lengthy and for good reason.

Portugal: Home in the WSR

Our exit out of Valencia was a true budgeteers journey to Portugal. It went something like this: Bus for five hours [Wait for four hours] Plane for one hour [Wait for eight hours] Subway for thirty minutes [Wait for one hour]

Portugal: Home in the WSR

Our exit out of Valencia was a true budgeteers journey to Portugal. It went something like this: Bus for five hours [Wait for four hours] Plane for one hour [Wait for eight hours] Subway for thirty minutes [Wait for one hour]