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Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
The doors of Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Parque de El Retiro 
Parque de El Retiro 
ethereal heron 
Cima Tosa at Lake Molveno Italy 
One of the many waterfalls at Monasterio de Piedra, Spain
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What would you do if you won the lottery? I feel like I’m pretty poor. In the scheme of the world I’m wealthy. In the scheme of Americans, I’m pretty damn poor. I don’t even have a house. Still living with my parents and I’m almost 40. It feels… pathetic really. It feels like any
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Think back on your most memorable road trip. I can’t pick just one memorable road trip. Ever since I was little, we would pack up our suitcases and drive the two day drive to Florida or the Carolinas. Sure we flew sometimes, but my mom tended to get sick on planes, so we usually chose
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I am a white American female. I don’t have a pedigree, I don’t have a lineage that anyone has curated and passed down to me. I have a couple depression era recipes and some heirloom pieces from the 1800’s. I feel like this is probably typical of many white Americans. Unsure of our past, vague
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What things give you energy? I’m not sure when it happened; if it was gradual or sudden, but boundless energy or the urge to stay out late has all but failed me. Besides crippling insomnia, the reason I am currently writing this at 5 am, I perpetually feel as if I were shot from a
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At some point in the bus ride to Granada, I passed the bounds of reality and entered into a new plane of existence. I’m not sure which mountain or what alien landscape finally pushed me to this realization, but by the time the we were about 20 minutes out, I felt the call of this
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On every corner, nestled in every building there are neat little shops selling all kinds of wares. I feel the need to walk into each of them and see what they might be selling, whether it’s the 15th farmacia I’ve visited for all the random things I realize I have forgotten, to little bodegas selling
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My years of experience traveling taught me to come prepared for unusual situations. This proved very useful as I finally broke down and took the antibiotics I stowed away in case of an emergency. Only after I started to feel immensely better did I find farmacias that contained medicines I was even remotely familiar with.
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Well it happened. The dreaded airport cooties got to me. Day 6 of my trip and my head is pounding and my throat hurts. The pace of this trip so far has been the equivalent to bootcamp in the southern summer. I already have bad knees and a bum back, add to that being sick
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Default me is a chaotic whirlwind of spur of the moment decisions and haphazard planning. Yet travel mode me is meticulous to the point of being neurotic. I have printed lists with checkmarks, detailed preparations on my whiteboard, enough itinerary pages to make a small book printed out. Everything is checked and double checked. Do
Ghosts in The Attic 