In high school, Chelsea and I plotted to embark on an epic Euro trek after undergrad. We had just the right combination of stubbornness and luck and wanderlust to make it happen. We spent three months finding trains and hostels, exploring cathedrals and coffeeshops and chronicling it below.
And mountains. We climbed a mountain.
And at the end of the trip, when we had spent 3 months traveling together - I mean, literally in the same room most of the time - we decided we were going to do it again. (May I get an 'amen' when I say 'BFF'? )
In three to five years, we were going to Asia. For two months. We could do it.
Damn did the last four years go fast.
So here we are, 2014, and we're leaving for Bali on Tuesday to spend two months making our way to Japan. The blog is back up, my backpack is airing out and I have a more precise itinerary than we ever had for Europe.
I don't know what to expect from this trip. Whenever I leave the country, I get anxious. Not from anything particular, I'm just a huge fan of my lovely and familiar comfort zone. Part of why I do travel in the first place.
Right. My dear friends and family. Here we go.
Bring me that horizon.
^_^
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