The Beginning. A small introduction.

I keep resurrecting this blog from various locations, and various ages. I like the introduction I wrote so I will not be changing it, just adding to it.


The present.
I'm sitting here, somewhere in California, days away from jumping in my car and driving East until I get to Maine. I want this blog to be a continuation of the travels and life experiences one always gains when driving thousands of miles alone.

The past I.
As I sit here in my flat in Germany, lovingly called 'The Cave', I decide it's time to keep some sort of collection of memories about my travels. I feel like I'm starting in the middle so I will provide the background here. By no means will it be the unabridged version, but it will suffice. The posts may not go in chronological order, I don't believe minds always function that way. I've had a good many adventures around the world and would like to document those as well, as the memories float in and out of my every day thoughts.

The  past II.
I am a 21 year old living in Urspring, Germany. It's a small village about 20 minutes by train from Ulm. Since I can remember I had always wanted to live in Europe. I found my chance through my passion, riding horses. I was able to locate a job here and jumped at the chance to take it. Three weeks after finding it I was on my first trans-atlantic flight, completely alone, only having a basic understanding of the language of the country I would soon live in. It's turning out to be one of the best experiences of my life. I work at a sales barn where young horses are trained, ridden and then sold to become show jumpers or three day eventers. My average day involves some barn work and riding a few horses. Sometimes I have the opportunity to compete or attend shows. I also have time to travel a little bit and see the country I live in. I've been to many small villages, more than I could name, and I've also had the chance to visit Munich, Berlin, Ulm, Augsburg and Amsterdam. These stories will follow.

The past III.
I was lucky enough to attend a small private high school in Bangor, Maine called John Bapst. We were the nerds of the area, constantly being teased by the public school kids. Students from Bangor High would drive by our school (located on the same street, a few miles down) and yell at us. I still don't know why. Perhaps it was due to our colors being purple and white, or that we all willingly stayed after school to study and hang out. We tried to think we were just the same as a public school, but that was quite a distance from the truth. This school offered some amazing opportunites for travel, within the US and abroad. I was able to travel abroad twice, the first to Scotland, and the second to London, England. Scotland stole my heart. It's my absolute favorite place on Earth. Even as I see more and more of the world I always come back to Scotland. Some might think I come back to it as it was my first travels to UK/EU, but I think it's more than that. The year was 2003 when I went. Arrived on Valentine's Day in Edinburgh. The sentiments against Americans were still quite low, we expected to not be as warmly welcomed as possible. We were so wrong. The Scottish people were the warmest and most inviting people I've met. The country is so rich in history and the people so proud, yet not obnoxious about it. I think this is what got me the most. London was also an amazing trip, but not as profound as Scotland. All my travels have had an impact on me, whether good or bad. I have also travelled the US quite extensively with a few jaunts into Canada, and two days in Amsterdam. I will save the details for the blog. All of these places have left a lasting impression on me and I would like to focus on them individually.