New Year, New You

This week marks the end of my nomadic transitional phase of summer. They say that grass is always greener on the other side, but in order to understand that, we have to make mistakes and eventually hop onto the other side of the fence in order to appreciate what we have right in our own back yard.

This summer I decided to go an alternative route when it comes to my living situation and move out of Boston in exchange for more familiar ground, yet a completely unfamiliar city. Although I grew up in New York state, the city has, and always will be foreign to me. In no other city in the world have I felt as lost or confused or frustrated by the day to day hustle and bustle that is what makes New York special. Countless hours wasted on shoddy public transportation systems, the MTA gobbling up every last hard earned dollar. In other words, there was no use fighting it, New York is not my city. Not now anyway. I needed this experience to learn how to breathe, and to understand that constant change can be overwhelming at times. I learned that working with the public can bring out more ugly in me than I thought existed.

So I decided to make the transition back to Boston.This time, with the complete intention of living in my apartment for the duration of the lease. Actively committing to one place after almost three years of nomadic living is terrifying, but necessary and welcomed.

Lately I have been stressed mostly by what can be best described as the “Physiological Need” in Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Not having a kitchen, or my own space has been more taxing than I could have imagined. Living out of a suitcase is great, and I won’t be giving it up any time soon, however not being able to rest any more than a day in any one given location is less than ideal. Nonetheless, I do realize that this is a choice I made. Not something that was forced upon me by any outside force besides minor character flaws when it comes to making decisions. After living a beautifully messy and sporadic few months, I am back in Boston, ready to face the next chapter. Travels will still ensue, however this time it is about focusing on me and what types of things I want to accomplish this year in both my professional and academic life. I know that sounds strange to hear a flight attendant want to develop her professional skills. But every day is a new day, each year can bring something completely different.

I think the important thing to remember at this point in my life is that nothing is permanent. Even a one year lease isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things.

Here is to another year in Boston, with hope on the horizon for many more adventures and personal growth!

Seward, Alaska

Flying standby is always an interesting part of the journey. After making the flight by the skin of our teeth (me in the jumpseat for 6 hours), my friend Pete and I were on our way to Alaska. Pete, a Seward native, decided on a trip to his hometown after not being able to get on our flight to Ecuador. Between having a local tour guide, and getting the chance to see the most foreign place in the US, it didn’t take much convincing. Alaska was set.

We landed in Anchorage around 11pm local time, however due to the season it was just as light out as if it were the early afternoon. We stealthily snuck into Seward where Pete could surprise his family with a spontaneous visit.

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The next day we were up early and went on a hike to see the Harding Ice Field. We spent four hours climbing through various terrains to get to the 3,500ft high peak. We climbed over rivers and through snow across 8 miles in total to see the breathtaking views of Marmot Meadows and Exit Glacier. I was in complete bliss climbing through the fragrant flowers overlooking incredible vistas. I was too busy taking it all in that I couldn’t even complain about the intensity of the hike on my severely out of shape legs. We made it through the steep snowy peaks to the Harding Ice Field before we slid our way (me mostly on my butt) back down to the bottom.

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Once back in the city limits we ate some butt… Halibut that is! We got a bucket of butt at Ray’s and went to see the Sea Life Center, a local research center/aquarium. There we saw a plethora of native species, including the enormous Stellar Sea Lions and a few species of puffins. Having worked at an aquarium for a few years in college, my inner marine bio nerd was in heaven. It is amazing to me how animals can not only survive in the cold Alaskan climate but thrive in it.

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We spent our evening drinking beer and catching up with Petes friends.

The next day we went whale watching on Captain Tim’s catamaran, Calista Voyager. It helps having a native as a tour guide, especially when his dad is a captain on a whale watching ship. Captain Tim is just as charismatic as he is knowledgeable about his native Alaskan animals. We saw numerous puffins, porpoises, sea birds, breaching humpbacks, and orcas (including a pod with a baby!)!!! We had an incredible view of the scenic backdrops due to some flawless weather despite the abysmal forecast. The 6 hour long tour kept me on my toes as I ran back and forth between the two sides of the boat trying to take in everything. Before finishing the tour we went to view the massive Aialik glacier where we got up close and personal with the ice. We could see the chunks falling into the sea, revealing the bright teal blue fissures. It was amazing to hear the glacier crackle and moan as ice shift.

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After our long day of whale watching, we were met by a tasty homemade dinner of halibut, asparagus and onion dip. After spending months living like a nomad, this simple gesture of a home cooked dinner was long over due, and much appreciated. Pete and his family truly made me feel at home, despite being hundreds of miles away.

After our bellies were filled with tasty food, we set out to meet up with some friends for a bonfire by the bay. The eternal summer sunlight will always be strange for me. A midnight bonfire with mid day sunlight does not help the minimal jet lag I had to begin with. However, I will never complain that it is TOO beautiful out, or that the summer days are TOO long.

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The following day we slept in late and Pete went to help a friend in preparation for the very first Alaskan pool party, while I went on a hike to Lost Lake with his lovely mom.

An Alaskan Pool/Frat party is unlike any other. The pool dug from the earth, with earth walls surrounding imported stream water.  The heating mechanism was a steel drum filled with wood, gasoline and fire for a few hours before the start of the party. I may be adventurous however I didn’t feel the need to freeze my booty off for the sake of a party. Maybe next time.

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Overall, Alaska was an adventure that reminded me how charming small towns and home living can be. Thank you to Pete and the rest of the family (Kiska included) for making me feel not just at home, but as if I were part of the family and part of the community. ❤

What is CRUDE?

A few months ago I discovered a product called @liveCRUDE on Instagram. CRUDE is an oil cleansing system that, according to the website “is designed to soothe and nourish, allowing your skin to heal and support itself.”

Like anyone else I was extremely skeptical due to the fact that the skin care industry is a multimillion dollar industry that mostly sustains itself using flashy advertising and overly touched up models. The industry’s system works because it keeps you buying the next best thing before you’ve even run out of the first product because it simply didn’t work. All the advertisements promise your skin will be better than ever, they say it takes TWO MONTHS for your skin to adjust while only making your skin worse and in the end, the result is no different than what you started with. Super disappointing.

However CRUDE was different. CRUDE didn’t make any promises, but instead talked about inner beauty and the health benefits of real ingredients. Since when have you ever heard a skincare company talk about ingredients besides salicylic acid and benzoyl peroxide (aka two chemicals that harshly dry out the skin, especially dry skin like mine). I then began to think about the fact that our skin produces oil, and the obvious fact that oil and water don’t mix. They’re completely different. So why was I using a watery soap to clear bacteria out of my pores that produce oil? No brainier right? The time to switch to oil had come and in less than ONE WEEK my skin was softer and clearer than it had ever been before.

I have taken CRUDE with me on countless trips for work and to three countries and on four continents. It passes my travel test 💯/💯.

Guys I’ve never been so excited about any palpable thing. I want everyone to look and most importantly FEEL beautiful. That’s why I teamed up with CRUDE in the first place.

Get 10% off your order with the code BECCACRUDE and help support a company who has their heart in the right place. I tell myself that I’m not a salesperson, I’m a flight attendant. I don’t want this for me, I want it for YOU!!!

www.livecrude.com

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Cartagena, Colombia

This weekend started the first of the few nomadic months I plan on spending working as little as possible, and traveling as much as possible. Not having an apartment is definitely a huge money saver, especially since lately I can’t seem to stay in the same place for too long. Although the challenges of not having anywhere to call home are making themselves ever more present, I am curious to see where the next few months take me

After some uncertain travel plans, I decided to make my way to the balmy yet beautiful Colombian town of Cartagena. Because (as per usual) my plans were VERY spontaneous, I found myself sitting on yet another airplane wondering exactly what might be in store for me during the next four days.

Usually the first things I do when booking a spontaneous trip are find a flight that works with my schedule (even before deciding on a location) and then booking a hostel.  Since jetBlue is fab and has direct flights from JFK to CTG almost every day, I was sold. The next challenge? Booking the hostel!

Ever since my first solo backpacking adventure 2.5 years ago, I have begun to question more and more the idea of fate versus free will. Now this might seem dramatic, philosophical and extremely off topic, but I have made some incredible friends in some amazing hostels simply by arbitrarily clicking through hostelworld.com. It’s terrifyingly insane to think that some of my lifelong soulmate friendships were formed over a very short amount of time in an entirely different country or foreign continent. For that reason I am always selective of the environment in which I will be making my next group of friends. On this journey I couldn’t have been more pleased with my selection, El Viajero Hostel Cartagena. As if the featured photos and phenomenal ratings weren’t enough, the hostel also offers free breakfast and most importantly DANCE CLASSES. Ever since I learned Salsa and Bachata while living in Spain, I have been enamored by talented dancers on YouTube and have enjoyed the spontaneous kitchen salsa dance party that often breaks out among my closest of lady friends.

The day I arrived was a whirlwind of exhaustion between the travel I do for work and the travel I do for fun. I spent most of my day relaxing and chatting up other travelers in order to plan my next moves. By the time it was time for Salsa lessons, I had already befriended an American couple; a well spoken German; a velvety voiced Dutch guy; and an Austrian with the biggest, most genuine smile I have ever seen. We ended our night in a small, cramped Colombian club where we truly stuck out as foreigners. But that only means that (besides for us) the discoteca was authentically Colombian.

The following day I traveled with the American couple to a beach called Punta Arena on an island called Tierra Bomba. After reading countless reviews that the famous Playa Blanca was overhyped, my new friends and I opted for something a bit more off the beaten track. For ~$6 round trip by boat my friends and I had our own private cabana mere feet from the sea.

Travel isn’t just about the sights you see, but about the people you meet and change your perspective, one small piece at a time. On that small island off the Cartagena coastline I got to see a glimpse at one of the most authentically happy and beautiful couples I’ve ever met. I never thought a young marriage could be so healthy and inspiring until I met my friends. These two will (and have) follow each other to the ends of the earth and back. They are so confident and comfortable in their love that it didn’t matter if a solo flight attendant backpacker from New York joined their beach day. My encounter with the blissful couple has proven to me that love can be given unguarded and fully if given to the right person. Being in their presence has shown me that this type of magic does exist somewhere out there.

Much of the rest of my time in Cartagena was spent wandering the streets of the old city, watching fútbol games, drinking the local beer, and staying up dancing. Sometimes travel can be exhilarating and busy and hectic. Sometimes it is relaxed with no real purpose to the day besides happiness and copious amounts of tropical fruit. Onward with the next journey!

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Thailand: Chiang Mai

We were happy to get Sukothai to ourselves early in the morning before making our way to Chiang Mai. This time the bus was a quick 5 hours! Complete with friendly smiling Thai babies to play with.

Day 1:

Upon our arrival we were greeted by a fleet of red truck/taxis called “Songtaew’s”and bartered our way to a good price to the hostel. We ended up staying at the lovely Hostel Rada Arak. We stayed on the top floor in a bunk with 8 beds, which was perfect for myself and the three other travelers I met. Upon our arrival we also befriended a friendly English lad who, after spending the night on the bus, was just as eager as we were to go on our first adventure: Cliff Jumping.

I know I’ve said it a million times, but I am NOT an adrenaline junkie. I loved playing sports and being active growing up, however I would rather chill on the beach or go swimming before getting on the back of a jet ski. I think the older I get, the more fearful I am when it comes to doing things that could potentially hurt me. And jumping off of a cliff at a manmade quarry in the north of Thailand definitely got my heart pumping. I know in my head that the jump will give me mild discomfort for approximately .02 seconds, and will make me laugh and giggle all day. However, staring down at the water, and not being able to gauge how far is really is makes the task especially challenging.

We all lined up one by one, each of us taking our sweet time to take the plunge. When it came to my turn, I walked over and told myself to not think about it, or let too much time pass or it will make the jump even more terrifying. I threw my body over the edge and distinctly remember the time pass in slow motion as I made two distinct, involuntary sounds: a squeal of delight and a grunt of discontent as the water was even further away than I thought.

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We spent the next few hours swimming and jumping into the warm yet refreshing water before returning back to the city center.

After enjoying ourselves at the Grand Canyon, we decided to get yet another massage. This time we went to Lila Thai Massage. The gents got back and shoulder massages and the ladies got facials. Something extremely special about this massage place is that all of the masseuses were once criminals. Instead of releasing these women after their sentence, they are trained to give high quality massages and then given the opportunity to work at Lila so that they can support themselves and don’t revert back to the life of crime.

We spent the rest of the day eating. There is always room in the budget for amazing food, and Chiang Mai did not disappoint. First we had some tasty homemade noodles before gearing up for the night of “street sweeping”. Street sweeping refers to going to the food carts and trying everything possible until you explode! We found 5 baht sushi (approximately .14 cents a piece!), mango nutella crepes and a million Thai delicacies that I can neither pronounce nor read. Food so good you could cry.

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Day 2:

Another day waking up slowly, even though my body was 100% set on not letting me sleep past 7am. I spent the morning on the roof of the hostel enjoying the view and the cool morning air.

I decided to accompany two of my new friends to Bo Sang, an ancient handmade umbrella artisan market just outside of town. It was amazing to think that not only has the umbrella been around for over two thousand years, but that it can be made completely out of bamboo and other plant fibers and still be waterproof!

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We then headed back into the city center to see the Silver Temple, Wat Sri Suphan. This particular temple was special not only because it is completely silver on the outside, but also because women are prohibited from entering it. Now, my feminist side was none too happy about that. Apparently the reason is due to some ancient artifacts buried beneath the temple some 500 years ago. These artifacts are so powerful (or weak) that they will either deteriorate the lady, or she will deteriorate them. Well, I must admit, I do feel like a strong lady myself. So I suppose the artifacts must be protected from the power that myself and other ladies exude.

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My day was far from over by the time I got back from Bosang and Wat Sri Suphan. My new friends and I had scheduled ourselves a cooking class at the Siam Rice Cooking School. My friends and I arbitrarily chose this school from a stack of brochures outside our hostel and were NOT disappointed. We opted for the half day class because we wanted to spend the earlier part of the day exploring. Our friendly chef picked us up at our hostel and promptly took us to a local market where she explained to us all the different ingredients that make Thai cuisine so special and unique.

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Being someone who is NOT by any means an even decent chef, I was amazed at the variety of colors and smells of all of these strange veggies and herbs I was introduced to. After our tour of the market we headed over to the school.

Something I loved about this cooking class is that each person has their own personal menu. We got to choose four different dishes: a soup, noodle, curry, and dessert. Each person could choose everything they ate including meat or vegetarian, there was no compromise or arguing in the group because we all had the option to choose our own! And with such a small group, sharing was encouraged.

My personalized menu choices consisted of spicy soup with sweet basil, a spicy basil infused soup; pad thai, my absolute favorite; jungle curry, the spiciest of all Thai curries; and mango sticky rice, the most perfect dessert I’ve ever experienced.

We had so much fun preparing our meals all together laughing and joking with our teacher. The food was actually amazing considering what a bad cook I am at home. The flavors were all so diverse and worked so well together. However I must admit, as much as I love my sriracha, the jungle curry was WAY too intense for me. Never in my life have I wanted to accomplish eating a meal so much before, however when my arms and legs started tingling and I felt like I was going to black out, it was time to switch to the sweet and flavorful mango sticky rice!

 

Day 3:

On our third day we woke up bright and early to visit the Elephant Jungle Sanctuary, an ethical non-riding excursion where tourists are able to feed, interact and bathe Indian elephants. Because we wanted to head to Pai in the evening, we opted for the half day session, even though it was a mere few hours shorter, it was totally worth it.

*Note: Although it may seem tempting to get a picture of you taken riding an elephant, it is an extremely cruel practice and many tourists only make this realization once they have already paid copious amounts of money to places that don’t care for their animals properly. The Elephant Jungle Sanctuary and the Elephant Nature Park are two (if not the only two) of the few elephant tours that rescue elephants from a life of cruelty. An elephant can cost around $50,000 for one of these sanctuaries to rescue an elephant not including any medicine or food costs. Since elephants eat around 20 hours a day, it’s important that they are well fed consistently

I’m just going to let the pictures do the talking on this one, because theres no way for me to express how amazing playing with these guys was!

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Snot never felt so good.

Too many beautiful memories!

After our amazing time with the elephants we cleaned up and were on our way to Pai!

Thailand Step Two: Sukothai

We decided to wake up slowly and spend most of the day in Bangkok and then take a bus in the evening to Sukothai.

We ended up staying at a teeny tiny little guest house by the bus station (Rueang Sri Siri Guesthouse). The accommodation was very modest, even compared to my standards. However, for 250 baht split between two people for the few hours we were going to be there, the location alone was worth it. Since we spent most of the day in Bangkok and the bus took 7 hours to go between Bangkok and Sukothai, we arrived at the guesthouse around 2am. We knew we wanted to hit the ruins early, so we took a short nap and were up again just in time for sunrise. We took a little bus from the bus station that took us to the Old City for about 30 baht each.

Sukothai is accurately translated into English as “the dawn of happiness”. I definitely had a moment as we rode our rented bikes through the early morning dawn. The air was cool from the evening, a refreshing break from the unforgiving heat that we experienced in Bangkok. The light breeze blew buds from the trees into the air to mingle with the first rays of sunlight of the day. This site was even more beautiful because we got to the site so early, that we were completely alone except for a few friendly and playful stray dogs.

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We spent our day exploring the UNESCO World Heritage Site before making our way to the bus station and on to Chiang Mai.

Making Moves

IMG_5384.JPGHiding from customers in my natural habitat. Today is my last day being a Boston based flight attendant! After working 18 days with only two days off in between its a miracle I still have a smile on my face. Thank you to everyone who helped me make this chaotic move more easy. I truly have the most amazing friends out there! Let’s see what JFK has in store for me! NYC here I come!!! ✈️✈️✈️

Travel Rant

As a flight attendant and a professional traveler I am personally offended by the closed minded remarks in this article (link below). I took my job after graduating a semester early in the top 3% of my college. I spent my junior year abroad on MY dime with no financial support from my parents or other family members. When I accepted my job offer many of my professors were shocked that I would pursue this career instead of going straight for my masters/doctorate. I told them that this job does not define my life and that it is a choice I am willingly making to improve myself and learn about the world and its’ inhabitants. Since I have started I have been to over 6 countries for vacation (non work) purposes. I am able to pay all of my bills, put money into my savings and 401k and still manage to have a healthy amount to spend on travel. Life is all about priorities. If you only view success as zeros in a bank account, then you have absolutely no foot to stand on when calling someone out for valueing real life experiences. As someone who speaks two languages fluently and is working on my third, while pursuing grad school options, working a full time job AND traveling, I am anything but lazy, and I am NOT trying to escape reality. We all do things differently but don’t dare think for a moment that these movers and shakers, these doers, these travelers are any less worthy than someone who was never daring enough to step outside their door.

You can find the article here:

Why Your Obsession with Travel Means You’re Living a Mediocre Life

Thailand: Bangkok

This trip was an adventure of many firsts. First footprints left on the Asian continent, first time stepping completely out of my linguistic comfort zone, first time flying 13 consecutive hours… the list goes on. Now that I have a minute to actually sit and think about my spontaneous two week Thailand experience, I am left with heartwarming feelings of nostalgia and warm memories of new friends and places.

I am definitely not an adrenaline junkie by any means, however this trip has pushed –no– shoved me out of my comfort zone. Whether it was hurling my body over a 30+ foot cliff into a canyon; riding motor bikes through the steepest, most winding roads I have ever seen; or sliding down waterfalls along the backroads of Pai, this trip has encouraged me to do the push my limits and do the unthinkable.

Day 1:

I had very low expectations when I arrived in Bangkok, simply because this trip was so spontaneous that I had no time to plan or read up on anything. I went in with an open mind, ready to absorb all that I could of Thai culture and experiences in my short 2 week trip.

After spending what felt like two full days of traveling I finally landed in Bangkok Suvarnabhumi airport. To my delight there was free wifi in the airport and Thailand has Uber, so I evaded my first linguistic nightmare by requesting an Uber to my hostel.

I ended up staying at the Yodsiam Hostel which is located directly above the flower market in the old town. After ascending the stairs into the common area, I was delighted to see how backpacker friendly the common area was. There were plenty of funky chairs, steps for sitting and even a pool table! However, little did I know, I was visiting Thailand during the hottest time of the year (April/May) and so any and all backpackers were hiding in their air conditioned rooms.

Not long after arriving, and before the jet lag could set in, I was instantly invited on an adventure with another traveler who was staying in my room. Being the type of person who never has any plans set in stone, I agreed to join her in an adventure to see my first Thai temple, Wat Pho (pronounced Wat Po). Wat Pho is one of the oldest temples in Bangkok, and houses not only over a thousand Buddha imagines (the largest collection in all of Thailand), but also is home to one of the largest Buddhas, the Reclining Buddha.

It is considered disrespectful to visit a temple with your knees or shoulders revealed, so it is best to dress in LIGHT pants or a long skirt and have a shawl or scarf to cover your shoulders. Even despite the heat, its important to stay covered and stay respectful. It is poplar in Thailand, and South East Asia in general to get a sarong and simply tie it around your waist for temple tours. It seems to be the coolest option by far!

I’m not sure whether it was the sleep deprivation, the heat or the sheer fact that I was diving headfirst into Thai history and culture, but Wat Pho left me giddy and excited to experience more, see more and learn more. I was baffled at the detail of every inch of the temples and structures that were able to withstand the elements throughout the years.

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To escape the heat, my new friend and I decided it was time for food and set out in search for some Pad Thai. Honestly, throughout my entire time in Thailand, there was never a moment in which I thought “hmm I think I’ve had enough Pad Thai”. It was a struggle to try and experience foods besides Pad Thai, because honestly, its such a perfect meal that how could I not constantly be in the mood for Pad Thai?

After our meal we retreated to our air-conditioned room where I met two fellow travelers, recently graduated doctors from Virginia. The four of us decided we would head to Chinatown in search of some street food.

Street food is huge in Thailand. Before coming, I heard nightmare stories of people getting food poisoning and being stuck in the hostel bathroom for days at a time, wasting half their trip and having an altogether awful experience. I was definitely skeptical when I first saw the little carts on the side of the road, however after spending two weeks in Thailand, I can safely say that I did NOT have any of those experiences. I don’t think I have the strongest stomach either, as dairy and meat products tend to leave me feeling sick. Another traveler told me that the street food is actually safer to eat than a restaurant because it is fresher and you can see it being cooked right in front of you, instead of in a restaurant that might not have that much traffic and the food has been sitting around all day.

We finished our night by taking a walk through the bustling, hippie/touristy Khao San Road and treated ourselves to some coconut ice cream before turning in for the night.

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Day 2:

Waking up early wasn’t a decision, as my circadian rhythm was anything but normal. However my new friend and I had plans of seeing the Grand Palace early, before too many tourists showed up. However, this plan was unsuccessful because a mere 20 minutes after opening, there were well over a thousand tourists simply waiting around the gate area of the Grand Palace. Stampedes of people armed with umbrellas and selfie sticks swarmed every possible inch of space. It didn’t take long for us to decide that maybe the Grand Palace was not the best idea for the day. I think there is a difference between going places and checking items off a list and going places simply because it is genuinely interesting.

The Grand Palace is amazing, I’m sure. It is enormous and is home to the Emerald Buddha and countless other interesting temples. However after being completely bombarded by hoards of tourists, eager to snap photos of any and everything, we decided that perhaps this wasn’t the most worthy use of our time.

The day before we happened upon a tourist sign that pointed towards the “Golden Mountain”. Never having heard of it, we set off for a welcomed change of pace from the hectic Grand Palace.

The Golden Mountain turned out to be a fantastic view of the city without all the hustle and bustle of the Sky Bar. All of the reviews I’ve seen of the Sky Bar have said that it is cool overlooking the city, however that it is like an overpriced New York bar and is packed with other travelers and tourists. However, by happening upon the Golden Mountain, we were able to evade the crowds and still got an awesome view of the city!

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The next few days we spent escaping the never-ending heat in a series of different malls. This section of the city is drastically different from the old center that our hostel is in. This Bangkok is hectic, crowded, loud and most importantly filled with Thai people and not just tourist. There are so many people that the pedestrian walkways over each and every street crossing are completely swamped with people. However, being in Thailand, Bangkok has its own special charm that only a Thai city can have.

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Over the course of the next two days we made our way across the central shopping area of the city. We started by eating copious amounts of food in the MBK food court (definitely would recommend this one for the HUGE variety they have). For someone who might be afraid to try the street food at first, this is a great option to eat “stall” food prepared indoors and with a much cleaner vibe (vegetarian options available as well!).

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We also visited Terminal 21, a mall geared towards the true traveler, as each floor of the nine floors is modeled to resemble a different city throughout the world. We also visited the massive Siam Center and Siam Paragon, not sure the difference besides location but these malls are ENORMOUS. I’m definitely not much of a shopper, or one to buy souvenirs, however these malls created an interesting haven to escape the oppressive heat of late April Bangkok.

After our first day of exploring the malls, we decided to treat ourselves to an authentic Thai massage. And what better place than at Number One Thai Massage. When we arrived we were instructed to remove our  shoes and to sit on benches for our feet to be washed. Then we were led upstairs to a dark room with curtained off sections and we were instructed to change into what can only be described as a sumo wrestlers pant suit. We then spent the next hour in a half doing involuntary yoga, as our masseuses massaged us while contorting our bodies. I would describe a thai massage as a workout, without actually doing it yourself. The process is viewed as painful by some, and I definitely had some moments where I was thinking “move on to the next thing!!!”, however after the massage was finished, I felt like a brand new person! Definitely a nice treat after exploring the city of Bangkok by foot all day.

My favorite massage of the trip was a food massage. A foot massage tends to also include your back and shoulders. It starts out by the masseuses rubbing your arms and hands, and then moves on to your feet and legs. After a heavenly amount of time they move on to your back and shoulders, and even use hot rocks to press into your back, neck and stomach. As if all of this attention to detail wasn’t enough, they serve tea after the massage is finished! It was truly an amazing experience and definitely worth a trip back to Thailand just for the approximately $6 massage.

For not having planned anything out for Bangkok, I would say I made a good use of my time and got to experience everything that I wanted to in my three days there. Now, time to head north!

Here we go again…

I keep telling myself, if I can do this, I can do anything. I keep pushing myself harder and harder into the unknown, assuring myself I will be a better person in the long run. I will learn more, accomplish more, be worth more. However that doesn’t stop the incipient feeling of butterflies every time I start to think about how I spontaneously ‘planned’ a trip to Thailand and am about to leave my apartment to embark on my next journey.

I am not a planner, I am a doer. I’m the type of person who will follow through on my plans, regardless of what might get in my way. However, I am also the type of person to buy a ticket, book the first three nights at a hostel and then just wing it from there. Sounds like the life, eh? Doesn’t help the fact that I am barely packed a few hours before my flight… Here we go. Another adventure to be had out there.