Adventureee!

I really love a good adventure.

Not necessarily a, "we should go get pampered at some fancy resort", but a down and dirty adventure. Hang in there with me, I plan on having pages for each continent.

Some of my favorite adventures so far....

Biking the Aran Islands in Ireland with my bestie Cassie. We almost missed the bus to get to the ferry because we were so hungover. We had the best day of our lives. The island was perfect, which is rare we were told. Warm, and I don't mean just the weather. The locals recognized us on either side of the island because it was just so small. It was beautiful and sunny. We rode rented bikes all day. Aran Islands was PERFECT.

And then we climbed the Great Wall of China together two years later.

Hiking Iguazu Falls in Argentina and swimming in water that touched Brasil, Paraguay and Argentina. This place literally blew my mind. Think of a gorgeous and tropical water fall. Now imagine this waterfall FOR AN ENTIRE FREAKING MILE. Every view was breathtaking. I can only imagine the first people who ran across these gorgeous falls one day. One of those things that make you feel incredibly insignificant. Also, I saw a live Toucan and my life was completed.

 

Riding a bus for eight hours from Montevideo, Uruguay to Buenos Aires that left at 8pm. My friend Zach and I had to cross the border of Argentina and Uruguay at roughly 3am. Slightly horrific since we both spoke absolutely no Spanish and the border patrol spoke absolutely no English. Needless to say, we got in.

We made it Tugs, but barely.

The time I was found sitting on a curb in Palo Alto at 4 in the morning. Legendary.

One of two photos from that "night".

Getting lost in Nice, France on my second trip to Europe. We had little printed out maps, but some how my friend Josh and I got off track and lost the streets. We walked until I finally took my boots off and complained. The conversation as follows was a gem I saved in my journal from this night:

"Josh- my feet are killing me!"-Me
"Well, they're going to hurt even more when you're running from a rapist!"- Josh

Neither of us, both being 17 at the time, wanted to admit how scared we were to be lost. Special thanks to Josh for keeping it together that night.

About to get lost. 

Following my dream and becoming an Archaeologist for a couple of summers out in the Philippines. This place has truly become my second home. I don't think there are words that could accurately describe the amount of love I have for the Philippines.

       















The Hike of Death: Yes, this hike got a name and no one, except for those present during the Hike of Death, will ever understand the seriousness of  "death" in this title. Stuck under a rock formation probably 1,000 feet off the ground during a freak rainstorm (it had been probably 90 degrees and sweltering in San Pedro until this day), mud up to my knees all the way back to our hotel, a man living in a cave in the middle of the forest that gave us a hatchet to cut our way through the underbrush that overgrew the trail, Ray crashing through the underbrush, an eight hour walk back in pouring rain, and finally, crossing a river via human chain the locals wouldn't even cross because it was so high. I look back on that day and think, "damn, that sounds like shit in movies." and it was. It really was.

And my absolute favorite adventure? Meeting incredible people with incredible stories from incredible places. That, truly, is the greatest adventure of all.

Let's be best friends.

Party on the rooftop 

The Brasil babes 

El Pony Pisador Gang