Everyone handles situations differently, it’s not bad or good. It’s simply different.
My 21st birthday was coming up and the last thing I wanted to do was have a massive house party. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good fiesta and dance, but I want to do something new, different.
One of the most optimistic and most encouraging human beings I have ever met. When I used to work in the café at my local farmer’s market, I was still in high school and I was about 16 years old.
I walk out of the airport to twenty or thirty locals screaming at me, asking if I want a taxi ride. I escape the chaos and hide in the café in attempt to get Wi-Fi. As I walk in, the barista’s, bartenders and chefs yell at me promoting their café and all the good food they’ve got. Well, the context to what they are saying, is all an assumption; I don’t speak Spanish.
Touch down. Montreal. Last time I was here was only 7 months ago, but now I’m arriving in board shirts and reluctantly wearing a shirt. Last time I arrived with 5 different layers of clothing and I was still cold!
There Alex and I were, in the middle of nowhere, our thumbs out; with one simple goal. Hitch hike from Northern Germany (where our community was) to Milan, Italy. We didn’t know if we were still quite Northern, or Southern or Western or anywhere. We really had no idea where we were but we loved it.
“Come, Daniel! Front flip! Daniel! Front flip!” screamed (encouraged?) Sebastian. He is one of the boys I work with, at the organisation in the community called Peronnik.
After a day or two of eating plastic food, walking aimlessly in massive airports in the Middle East and attempting to sleep on the plane. I had arrived in Germany and exhausted more than ever.
2018. Yeow! What a start it was screaming and shouting to the top of my lungs on one of my best friend’s shoulders and watching the new year come to.
In the month of September, I was in Switzerland and my Workaway host gave me a little blue notebook. She challenged me asking me to write down 3 things I learn every day on her permaculture farm.
Touch down Canada! How are we doing Montreal?!
My flight left Iceland at 16:00, after a 5-hour flight I arrived in Montreal at 16:00. That’s right, I am a time traveller.
Blank. I’ve been starring at an empty Word document for some minutes now and I’ve only just started writing. A lot has happened in such little time and it’s hard to keep up with myself.
After a very insightful month, September had come to a close. A brilliant month and all the advice and education I have received, I will surely not take for granted. After a quick yet emotional goodbye to my hosts, I got on my last overpriced Swiss train.
For the past couple of weeks and for the next couple of weeks my home is in Zweilütschinen, Switzerland. Which is a beautiful tiny village surrounded by mountains, like literally, I’m not just saying that, mountains are everywhere its incredible.
On this blog, in these chapters, I’ve mainly written about what I’ve been up to and where I am. And that’s quite standard for any travel blog, but I feel like there is so much more to write about.
English teaching. It’s hard, confusing, draining, exhausting, you realise how rubbish your grammar is in your own native tongue, you generally have to be pretty enthusiastic throughout the whole lesson and there are endless amounts of worksheets and exercises.
The community where I was in Samataz, has honestly been such a highlight of my adventure. A few days before leaving Samataz I really questioned if I should leave this place.
Despite having quite a few fights with Google Maps trying to navigate my way around Berlin, I ended up getting to where I needed to go. Most of the time.
Inishturk, you’ve been great! A huge thank you for having me and for giving me such a personal community feeling. It was a lot of fun.After a real bumpy boat ride, I was back on the mainland of Ireland. In one of my new favourite little towns Westport.
‘Do you want to have a game?’ I said confidently. The two English men looked at me. Analysed me and then with a slight grin agreed. ‘Heads or tails?’ I asked, they both agreed on heads. I tossed up the coin, everything went slow motion.