In 2007, I headed to Europe for 10 weeks with my boyfriend at the time, Jake. We didn’t really have a plan, other than a ‘best possible scenario’ self-made itinerary that was subject to endless change. We started in the Eastern-most country that we figured we could get to, Turkey, and made it West all the way to the Arran Island off the West Coast of Ireland.
It was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime, but fell far short of my expectations, though I never admitted it at the time. Our relationship was already on the rocks, and it’s been incredibly difficult for me to go back and edit these posts that I’ve pulled over from a previous blog. You’ll notice that everything seems sunshine, rainbows and butterflies . . . not quite honest blogging in those earlier days. Still, the trip was worthwhile, and I learned a lot about myself and how to travel – useful lessons for the road ahead!