When I arrived in Belfast and met Mike’s parents almost three months ago, his mom said this phrase that I have thought of every day since: People plan, God laughs. As you’ve probably noticed, I am not a religious person, but this motto is so apt given how my travels have gone. Plans I made never seemed to work out the way I wanted them to, so I was able to find the humor in this little saying.
Last weekend, Mike’s friend Dave flew over from Wales and the three of us drove to the Mountains of Mourne, located about 45 minutes southeast of us. Ireland has proven to be relatively flat compared to my native New England, with low, wide hills at most. Mike has also referred to his “hill walking club” […]
I have found myself in many extremes in the last seven months, but this one is, perhaps, the most unexpected. It started back in January when I made a decision that completely changed the course I had been on. I was originally planning on heading to Australia from Bali and keeping myself busy (with a […]
“Seventh time’s a charm?“ Mike said as we pulled into yet another vacant-looking B&B in the middle of pitch-black night. We walked into the attached bar and every single person stopped talking and turned to look at us. The twenty locals in this pub weren’t accustomed to seeing strangers in these parts, where signs are printed […]
I have never really known how to feel about fate. It has always seemed like a way to give up all control and choose to be a victim of circumstance, which was a concept I had trouble getting behind. However, since I started traveling, my thoughts about it have changed and I no longer think of […]