Last night I arrived in Banff and camped on my own for the first time. It was a little bit scary, to be honest. (I’m such a wimp.) I was awaken in the middle of the night by the rustling of the bag in which I keep my shoes, right outside my tent. I opened my eyes wide, convinced someone was trying to rob me, only to see a squirrel staring at me. Continue reading “Waking Up in a Tent with this View”
I’m back from my annual family to Gaspésie and I’m exhausted! The weather was awesome so we did a lot of outdoors—which was double awesome, but now I want to sleep forever. Continue reading “Gaspésie, Québec”
Day 100. Quentar is a small municipality in Granada of about 990 inhabitants. We were staying at the Fundalucia Guest House, and the website’s directions to make it there from the bus station, said to, quote, cross the whole village to the other side. We were doomed to get lost. Continue reading “Quentar, Spain”
Me: Come on. I thought we’d been through this.
God: Oohh, let me sabotage your trip a little more.
Me: What? No. No. Enough.
God: But I’m having a blast! Come on, man, one last fail. One.
Me (sighing): One, and then you stop.
God: One, and then we’ll see.
Me (chiding): God.
God: Okay. I’ll stop.
Me: Thank you.
God: Tsk. Party pooper.