Weekly Globetrotter: Whistler, Canana

Before I even begin, let’s take a moment to appreciate and acknowledge my consistency. Two weeks in a row of globetrotter and I’m feeling myself. Anyways, this week we are going to Whistler, British Columbia, Canada. It’s one of my favoritist places to visit and it’s right in my backyard. Well not in my backyard but a ten hour car drive away. That’s not the point. The point is that you don’t have to buy a million dollar plane ticket to see a beautiful new world. Wow that was sappy. But I kid you not, whistler has to be one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. As I was looking through these pictures I was sad that I’m not there right now. Ugh love it so much. So basically every summer throughout my childhood included a trip to Whistler so there’s a small, very minute, chance that I love it so much because of the nostalgia. But probably not. You’ll probably like it too. 

      Highly highly recommend doing the peak to peak gondola. It’s exactly how it sounds. You take a gondola up to Whistler mountain and you can play around. We did some rock climbing and general frolicking around. Then you take another gondola to Blackcomb. This ride holds some records for the longest suspended gondola or some shit like that. Idk. But the views 10/10. Gorgeous. And then you get out and frolick some more. So we went on a little hike, that again included great views. Moral of the post, whistler is really pretty. That’s it. That’s all. Just go. 

    We also tried to find the remnants of a train wreck that are still in the forests near Function Junction. The pictures online looked really cool and grungy and my mom was so excited. Kind of a weird thing to be excited about but I’m not gonna question her. We ended up getting really lost and decided to cut our losses and turn back before we found ourselves unable to navigate the forest. So if you go and do end up finding them, please send me a picture or tag me so I can live vicariously through you. Thanks. 

       Probably my favorite “adventure” was kanoeing on Alta Lake. I think I popped out a rib because I’m a fragile soul but I was worth it. No ragrats. I hate myself. 

      Also you’ll love Whistler if you love the Olympics as much as I do. My dad and I played around at the biathlon location and practiced shooting like the athletes do and I have to say, I fucking owned that bitch. Not my dad the bitch but the targets the bitch. What can I say, I like shooting and I’m not bad at it. I’ll just give myself a little pat on the back rn. 

     I’m sure I have a ton more to say about Whistler but you probably won’t want to read that much. I understand. So I’ll leave you there. Check back next week for another guide that will change your life. Okie bye. 

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Weekly Globetrotter: Barcelona, Spain

Fridays just got even better because I am starting a weekly travel series. Each Friday I will be blessing your feed with a travel guide to a different place. In the matter of a year I was able to travel to 8 different countries and countless new cities in North America, Central America and Europe. I have surely been bit by the travel bug and I spend any extra dollar that I have on exploring new places. You will probably notice a trend with my traveling experiences. 1. I take like a bazillion pictures and 2. There is, almost without fail, some kind of disaster or drama in each place I visit. Let’s get started.

Today we are going to Barcelona, Spain! This trip has lovingly been named “The Clusterfuck” by many in my travel group of girls.

Honestly one of the highlights and god sends of my visit to Barcelona was Starbucks. After two months of traveling, this was the first time I’d seen a Starbucks and the basic little white girl inside of me was jumping for joy. It’s the little things in life.

The first day was spent exploring the city. Honestly, Barcelona is pretty touristy so I encourage you to break away from the pack, explore some back alleys. Not in a creepy, “Im gonna die” way but you know, step away from the main street. We just kind of walked all over, until we stumbled upon some cool buildings that turned out to be works of Gaudi! There are like three of his buildings on the same street so we kind of killed three birds with one stone. A family asked one of the girls I was with to take a picture for them in front of one of Gaudi’s works, so she did. Apparently she didn’t do a good enough job because they quickly asked another tourist to take another picture of them! It doesn’t sound very funny in this little story but trust me, it was hilarious. So anyways, we made our way to the Sagrada Familia but soon learned that you have to buy tickets a head of time (note this if you want to see the inside.) So we bought tickets for later that evening and went on our way exploring. So the time comes to see the inside and we get lost. Like way lost (that’s another trend you’ll see in my travel series. We get lost a lot). Like we ended up on the wrong side of Barcelona. And we all cried when we realized we would never see the inside of the most magnificent basilica in all the land.

So we stumbled upon Park Guell and felt just like the Cheetah Girls. Except in the Cheetah Girls they don’t tell you that you have to pay to see all the mosaic work on that bench. You know what I’m talking about? Anyways, I was so mad about it costing money (because Barcelona is so expensive and touristy it drove me bananas) that I didn’t even care to look at what I was missing or see how much is cost. However, there is a trail you can follow past the mosaics that takes you to three crosses on the top of a hill. It’s a little bit of a hike but very doable and very worth it. Getting up to the crosses is a bit treacherous because it’s just rock steps without rails or anything and tons of people. The lookout though is gorgeous! You totally have to do that.

By some divine intervention we found our way to the Font Magica and my god was it magical! First, it is in front of the most luxurious museum with layers of fountains along the steps as you climb up. We found ourselves a seat and waiting for the show to begin. It was like something at Disneyland (is the World of Color at Disneyland modeled after this? Because it surely reminded me of it.) Anyways, once the stands were filled with people and the fountains put on their show. Colors and songs and dancing water. Truly magical.

So if you take anything from this post it is that the best things in life are free. The Font Magica and Cross lookout at Park Guell were the highlights of my trip to Barcelona but be prepared that it is very touristy and expensive. The positive to it being touristy is that everyone speaks English, so no problems there! Oh, and it’s on the Mediterranean which is beautiful. Tune in next week to see where we travel next!

P.S. That’s a surprise for all of us because I have yet to plan that post. Haha

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Merry Christmas, We Could’ve Died 

     In an instant it went from a fun day in the snow to panic. Everything went so slow yet it seemed like an instant at the same time. I starred into the face of the other driver as he tried desperately to control his car barreling towards us but there was nothing he could do. 

  The day was like most winter holidays in our family. It’s become a bit of a tradition that either Thanksgiving and/or Christmas we go snow wheeling. We had heard of snow being on granite hill so the decision was easy. We loaded up with gas, food and water in case we got stuck or anything and to ease our mother’s mind. And my camera of course. My mom had asked me to take my brother’s senior pictures but I wanted them to be a bit less traditional than normal senior pictures. Photographing him posing in a field or in a football jersey would not capture Gabe. Him in the snow with his truck however, that’s far more realistic. Anyways, we loaded up and took off toward the mountain for a little bit of wheeling in the snow. We immediately noticed the amount of ice on the road but I trust Gabe and his driving abilities so neither of us were nervous. We went up the top, took some pictures and began our way back down. 

     I hesitated putting on my seat belt because I was getting some water, playing with my camera, basically just fiddling around. But eventually I buckled up. No more than a few short seconds of clicking my seat belt, a truck came barreling around the corner up the mountain and heading straight towards us. Gabe and the other driver immediately saw each other. Gabe tried to slam on the breaks but the road was icy and the other car was coming too fast. It all seemed to happen in an instant but in slow motion as well. I starred at the driver’s panicked face as he realized what was happening. It happened too fast to be scared and after there was too much adrenaline pumping to feel anything. With the force of the impact everything became real. “Are you ok? Did you hit your head?” I flew so far forward that Gabe thought I had hit the windshield. Luckily I had just been hurt by the seat belt because I’m a pretty small person. I’m a little scratched and bruised from the impact but that’s the worse of the injuries sustained in the crash. 

    The impact crushed the front of the truck. The doors wouldn’t open properly and the radiator was leaking. We are 3000 feet up, the truck won’t run and there is no cell service. We began coasting Gabe’s totaled truck down the mountain. By some miracle I got service for a moment to call our dad. We got the truck home. We are sore. The truck is totaled. It wasn’t the ideal way to end a carefree Christmas Day in the mountains but we are grateful that it wasn’t worse. 

If You Give A Goose A Camera

So this was actually a couple of weeks ago because I’m a loser and don’t unload in a timely manner. Our goal was to go up to Onion Mountain Lookout, a little gem of Southern Oregon but we were satisfied with just finding lovely spots along the way to take pictures and also it was getting rather snowy and while we all live in Oregon, we are not confident in our snow driving skills. But anyways, mountain drives with treasured friends are always a great idea. Well, unless you get stuck in the snow or crash. But most of the time they are pretty great. These two in particular are such a blessing to me. We’ve known each other since elementary school and their loyalty and willingness to stand by my side when I do stupid shit is something that I am incredibly grateful for. Ok, enough of this mushy gushy I love them shit. Just look at the pictures, or don’t. It’s up to you.

See this lovely little friend of mine? Her name is Maddie aka Moody Madeline. She blogs and photographs and her Instagram is straight FIRE. Like it’s actual goals. I want to be her. But since that isn’t possible, I’m content being able to call her one of my closest friends. So go check out her blog and Instagram, both called Moody Madeline. See if you can spot me and my photography on her medias.

https://moodymadeline.com/

Fancy Seeing You Here

Welcome to my blog aka public diary. If the title was available this would be called “let me share too much information while telling you personal stories and you will maybe laugh at me as I try to find my way through beginning adulthood, college and Greek Life and also I like to take pictures” but I’m afraid that I’m gonna need a catchier blog handle. At this point I’m not sure what this blog is even called so here’s a reminder for me to insert the real name. I’m not really sure why I’m starting this. Mostly because I need a place to post pictures besides Instagram and maybe to share my thoughts. You probably don’t actually want to hear those but just in case you wanted a glimpse into the life of a 20 year old college student, today is your day! Congratulations! I’m mostly starting this as a place to keep my photos and be creative. I’ve also heard that people get free stuff so let’s face it, that’s the real reason I’m doing this. As soon as this goes public, I’ll be sitting by the fireplace waiting for my notifications to start going crazy with all brands who want to send me stuff. I’ve actually been typing journal entries for a while because sometimes I physically can’t write. Maybe I’ll get more into that sometime later. That’s much more of a 5th date kind of thing. Like a we know each other a bit more, getting a little bit serious and willing to be more vulnerable kind of thing.

So here’s a tiny bit about me. I’m 20, as previously mentioned and a college student, also mentioned. I try my absolute hardest to do as little school work as possible while maintaining my grades. Studying is not really my forte which is not something you would guess for a perspective teacher. I do however enjoy making plans to “study” with friends and then do about 7 minutes of studying and fuck around the rest of the time. It’s a pretty good life. Hmmm, what else about me. I’m going to tell you something a little bit scary in the next sentence but don’t click away just yet. Are we ready? I’m gluten free and vegan. Ok, it’s out. How many of you are still here? Don’t worry guys, I won’t try to shove it down your throat to stop eating animal products. I’m actually not vegan because of animal rights, I’m simply allergic to pretty much everything. Also gluten free, not for the lifestyle but again, because my body hates me. Anyways, that’s not exciting. Are you even still reading this?

A biography about me would not be complete without gloating about my family. I love them, dysfunction and all. I have four brothers, and my parents of course. My little brother is the cutest thing. He’s 16 though and doesn’t like to be called cute so don’t tell him I said that. Pretty much every holiday, Gabe, my little brother, and I go wheeling. So stay tuned for pictures of that. My life is basically me trying to balance conservative podunk Grants Pass, Oregon and going to a liberal university. It doesn’t always work out well. Actually it’s often, for lack of better terms, a clusterfuck. But who’s life isn’t a clusterfuck, am I right? When I’m home in Grants Pass, I’m in the mountains, doing photoshoots with friends and hiking with my puppy. At school it’s all Greek Life and grades. Ah to be 20.

Wow did anyone make it through that? I could hardly make it through that myself. And it’s my life. This is going to be a rough ride. You ready?