Not with a bang but with a whimper, so to speak. And a strange twist.
When does a story go from fact to fiction? From recollection to memory to myth?
I realized in March of 2017 that I was doing SO. MUCH. TRAVELING. Enjoy some photos of all the crazy shit I got myself into this year.
I once heard some rosy-cheeked American college students at a hostel kitchen in Prague discussing their various backpacking journeys through Europe on their study abroad year (really fascinating stories, let me tell you; did you know the beer in Munich is really good and Germans are very serious people? Illuminating). While they were comparing notes …
I would love to say that I haven't been updating because I've been super busy, but that wouldn't be true.
Finding pieces of identity, scattered throughout the German capital like pieces of the old wall.
Instead of thinking about the shit storm that was 2016, I'm just gonna reminisce about all the cool places I got to visit! Hooray for navel-gazing oblivion!