Monday, November 2, 2015

On Traveling: Dublin, London, & Languages

Traveling does weird things to you. It reminds you of your past as you stand in a place that is brand new. It makes you reach out to strangers and sleep in beds that aren’t your own and share rusty words with people you barely know.

It makes you write in your journal almost every day, save a leaf from a walk through Hyde Park, and press it between your books. It makes you look at yourself with a whole new gratitude.

It makes you reflect, relax, and reach into all the dusty corners of your life and shine them anew.

The above is going to sound mushy-gushy to a lot of you. But I have to share that before traveling, I don’t think I was aware that there are so so so so sooooo many people in the world and so much history and that I am a very small but very necessary part of the whole puzzle. Before traveling, I knew about the United States and the very basic history of the world taught in a four month college course. Now, I meet people who have friends, partners, and family that have been directly affected by the current and past issues of our world. I see different monuments and I am reminded that there was so much before me. I hear about the government and listen to my new friends talk about taxes and rights and what they hope for. I’m constantly grateful. I’m constantly in awe that this is my life.

This past week I traveled to Dublin, Ireland, and London, England. I have a lot I can write about but I am going to try and condense it for the sake of readers with busy lives.

In Dublin, I learned that people are freaking good. There are more good ones than bad ones and I will argue to the end of the Earth that this is true. We choose to believe that people are only looking out for themselves and are self-indulgent. People like helping people. People like knowing they are appreciated. People like talking to people about things they rarely get to say out loud. And my final point, we are all people. If you have a problem with everyone you come in contact with, look inwards and reflect. I met the kindest people in Dublin. The kind of people who offer up their homes, their advice, and their sense of direction (that I was seriously lacking) for nothing at all. I ate some of the best food and cried at the Cliffs of Moher. If you ever find yourself in Dublin, book a tour and see the cliffs. Mary Oliver wrote in Long Life, “What does it mean that the earth is so beautiful? And what shall I do about it?” After reading this, I assumed she stood at the cliffs.  I have no idea what to do with the Earth’s beauty but I’m happy to witness it and tell about it. I was happy to stand up there with forty-something people from my bus group and stare out in awe. I think the world is so beautiful because we are supposed to allow ourselves to get lost in it for a while.


In London, I was able to reconnect with friends I made when I was in Bali, Indonesia a year and a half ago. That was the highlight of my trip. Travel connects you with people you adore almost instantly. When none of you are well-slept or showered and you all are trying to figure out a new place, you bond. For me, the people I met in Bali mark such a beautiful time in my life and they all taught me new things. The best part is, I love them outside of our time in Bali. The connections I have with them are ones I plan to keep.

I got home last night and felt pretty down about having to jump back into full days of French classes this morning. Dublin and London are both English-speaking countries which made my professor jokingly ask me why I felt the need to practice my English over the break and not my French. Let me tell you, sitting in class for five hours a day listening and trying to speak a language that isn’t your own makes you want to find the founder of your primary language and hug them. I love English. I love reading it, writing it, speaking it. I love how challenging it is for me to speak French but if I am being honest, I miss English often. The only way to properly explain this is to tell you about a vivid memory of mine from kindergarten. I was five and I went to a friend’s house where her mom asked if I wanted ice cream. The “ice cream” was made out of rice and skim milk with no sugar. I took a bite and watch my friend scarf her portion down. I immediately thought of Ben & Jerry's and how much my friend was missing out on in a world where there is flavors like Phish Food and Red Velvet Cake. If French and English were ice cream, French is the rice, sugarless watered down stuff I was fed at five, and English is the traditionally delicious Ben and Jerry’s.  Did I eat the rice cream? Yeah, it was good for me and my friend’s mom was watching me closely. But it only reminded me of how good the other stuff was. That’s how I feel on a daily basis when I want to use words like, “blissful”, “serendipity”, and “epiphany” and read books about complex things and talk about presidential candidates. Instead, my level in French right now allows me to have basic conversations about the weather, and read books that have more pictures than words. 

My professor did let us watch a movie today about a woman who begins selling pot to her small town in order to stay afloat after her husband passes and only leaves money for his mistress, so I guess the rice cream isn’t always bad.

Wishing you all a beautiful week. Xoxo. Here are some photos from London. I'll be sharing the ones from Dublin later this week.

Haunted Victorian Halloween party in London

East End has some of the best thrift stores I've ever seen


Art from the Tate Modern Museum



No Starbucks in Pau, France, so when we travel we treat ourselves.

Bali reunion dinner!


  1. I just love, love, love this post! I love how insightful travel can make you. Such a beautiful opportunity.

  2. Beautiful pictures and amazingly written post. You can force anyone to take a long trip. Thanks alot for sharing I had a great time reading this.


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