In the fall of 2011, I spent a semester abroad in Granada, Spain. The experience sparked a transformation and after five months of living and traveling around Europe, the inevitable happened: I caught the Wanderlust bug.
Simply defined, Wanderlust refers to the consuming and unquenchable attraction to exploring the unfamiliar. Symptoms may or may not include addiction to the travel channel, constant daydreams of overseas adventures, and a restless feeling when one has been stagnant for too long.
Along the road to building my ideal expat life, I’ve faced some obstacles. Naysayers have said I’m too quiet,big,awkward,naïve, and lacking-of-a-real-job to travel full-time. I myself thought I was too broke, scatter-brained, big haired, and panicky to go anywhere alone. (Afros attract attention EVERYWHERE)
Yet, three years later I have managed to spend 12 months working and living thousands of miles from home and have visited over 10 countries. I’ve climbed the Great Wall, stood under the Eiffel Tower at midnight, and read my favorite books along the bank of the Thames River. And most importantly, I did it solo.
I created this blog for two reasons.
First, I want to record and share my experiences country hopping with nothing but a pink backpack.
And second, I want to inspire all those girls who think or have been told they are too young/big/quiet/eccentric/tiny/ etc. to travel solo that YOU CAN.
So, ladies, stop worrying, go find a (preferably pink) backpack , and check back weekly for first-hand travel experiences, reviews, and advice.
We have some traveling to do.