One year ago today I threw up at home and then got into the car. My mom drove me at 4:30 in the morning and we battled LA traffic and arrived at LAX as the sun was rising. I checked in and went to the bathroom to throw up again. I cried and hugged my mom and Grace, and walked off into a dark shadowy future of adventure and uncertainty.
Oh man this trip threw me for a biiiig loop.
Saga Museum hanging with a Viking Dude.
Riding a horse for the first time
|double fisting wine at a book festival|
|gigantic Norwegian Raspberries|
|Overlooking a Fjord Village and breaking my heart with beauty.|
Callanish Standing Stones and me attempting to go back in time to meet Jamie Fraser.
Photo credit to the kindly bolder that held my camera.
William Wallace's mother effing sword and me bawling and giving some poor Australian tourists an empowered speech on freedom.
Autumn on Stirling Bridge
St Andrews Castle and little doorways
Here's to the next round of adventures. Here's to going out and doing something crazy. Here's to the Ad in Adventure. Here's to never losing my sense of wonder and exploration. Here's to this crazy thing called life.