Ken and I hadn’t seen each other since March. We celebrated our four-year anniversary together during my spring break, and then thanks to my summer job and final semester of college, we did eight straight months of long distance. When it turned out he had a conference in Seattle this weekend, we decided to splurge and fly me out to see him. We’ve spent the last week in Seattle together, happy and in love!
I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve been experiencing so much yelling! I apologize on behalf of my home country. I’m glad you can take it with a hint of humor!
This week has been good and bad for me. Late last week, on Thursday and Friday, I had the immense joy of flying to DC for a presidential summit (officially, the Sixth Annual President’s Interfaith and Community Service Campus Challenge Fall Gathering; say that five times fast!). I got to know a few new friends and also see a little bit of DC before we flew back to Wellesley. When I got back, though, I was fighting off a cold, writing papers, and sleeping too little, so I wasn’t as well-rested as I should have been for my flight to Chicago on Wednesday!
Now that Ken has a regular job, weekends have acquired a whole new meaning. They are the only time when he has the whole day to do as he likes; and now that I’m staying with him for part of my Spring Break, the only days when we get to spend the majority of our time together.
Last weekend, we took advantage of that opportunity and spent the day in beautiful Utrecht. We woke up early, had a cup of coffee at the train station, and were at Utrecht Centraal before late morning. We found a nice casual restaurant to have lunch, which came with a rooftop terrace. It was cold and windy, and the skies promised rain so we ate inside, but still snuck onto the terrace for a photo of the city from up high.
I love to travel – new places, new foods, new cities. Recently, I saw a blogger compile a list of all the countries she had been to and all the ones she wanted to see before she turned 30. I was so inspired by her beautiful pictures that I wanted to share my own “Wanderlist” with you. I hesitated, though. I know how incredibly lucky I am to lead an international life, and it is a privilege that I try not to take lightly. I didn’t want to share this in a way that felt like pride – rather, I am so grateful for these many experiences, and if they interest you, I would be honored to share them.
So instead of making a laundry list, I thought I’d set up a blog “travel directory,” with photos and funny stories for all the places I’ve been. For each one, I’ll share when I was there, where I went, a favorite memory, and a funny moment. If relevant, I’ll include a blog post. I hope it makes you smile, or maybe even satisfies some of your own wanderlust – at least for an afternoon.
As a world traveler, I have a fatal flaw: I’m anxious to fly. Everything about the process used to be scary for me: getting to the airport on time, getting to the gate (what if I was at the wrong one?!), missing my flight (which had never happened), and worst of all, being in the air. I once had a panic attack when flying from Amsterdam to Istanbul, hyperventilation and all.
But I love traveling, and if you want to travel internationally, you have to fly! Over the years I’ve worked out tips to help me stay calm at the airport and through the flight. I’ve now gotten to the point where I actually enjoy flying, and look forward to those hours in the air! Today, I’m sharing my top tips with you — because traveling is so fun, and flying should be too!