It seems that the longer I travel for the more difficult it becomes to blog. To relay to those I love most the experiences, moments, sights and countries that have crossed my path....
It seems that the longer I travel for the people who come into my life become more breathtaking and the places visited touch my soul on a deeper level...
It seems that the longer I travel for the harder it is to remember the life I use to live and the place I called home. The bed I use to call mine and the clothes that are technically mine yet hang in a closet millions of miles away.....
It seems that the longer I travel for the more distant that comes into my relationships with friends and those that call me family.....
And it seems that the longer I travel for the more I change. The more I grow and the more I become unsure of life. Or better yet, unsure of the life I am suppose to live.
The longer I travel, the more I travel, the more I see, and the less I know.
So here I am.
I know less and less. I expect less and less. I judge less and less. But...
I see more and more. I feel more and more and I love more and more.
One cannot blog about the world, a country or a city without writing about life, love and all those grey areas in between.
So here is mine. Take what you want and leave the rest;
Canada. It seems like years ago since my feet touched your soil yet its only been eight months. When the wheels of the plane came up and we touched the clouds in the sky I was still clenching my one way ticket with white knuckles and excitement in my heart. I desperately desired to see what laid beyond the seas and the adventures that one could claim. I went forth, sought them out and claimed them, owned them and now I have become them. I became the adventure, the travelling girl, the one who cannot see past tomorrow or live for anyone but herself. Funny how things can so quickly change.
Now my questions surround me like vines. They wrap around my legs, tug at my arms and pull at my heart. There are now too many questions in my head that I am more bewildered about this thing called "life" than ever before but strangely less afraid.
So I broke away from my family once again in Greece and set forth to Turkey.
I arrived alone but left in love.
And what a beautiful thing love is.
From every fibre of my being I wish people in the West would stop listening to the news and believing everything they read, see and hear. But more importantly stop taking it as the one and only complete truth. There is so much more to the World, so much more beauty than the news projects.
The East is not an evil place. There is evil everywhere in the world. Everywhere. But there is also beauty, peace and good people, just like you and me, everywhere in the world.
It is amazing how many people messaged me and told me not to go to Turkey because of what the news was telling them. Silly. Just pure silliness. A mistake I am sure I would have regretted if I have obeyed because Turkey is now one of my top countries travelled and is one of the very few that I pledge to return to one day. Yes it is a Muslim country and one must respects a countries religion and customs but don't we all expect that of visitors who enter ours?
So without saying too much because I want you to experience this unforgettable country for yourself here is a bit of my adventure....
Cappadocia was amazing. Riding in a hot air balloon and hiking in the valleys was unforgettably beautiful.
Chilling in tree forts in Olympos was so unique;, eating oranges and pomegranates from the trees outside my room was delicious; and swimming in the sea during the pouring rain was pure happiness.
Being in Izmir during Turkey's Independence Day was energising and watching the sunsets over the sea with your hand locked in mine made even my eyes smile.
Istanbul is well, Istanbul. Nothing compares. I could live there if that says anything about its charm. I didn't even take any pictures because I got so lost in the cities charm and appeal. A few memories stick out though: falling in love in Neverland, sitting in Taksim square eating delicious Turkish pastries, listening to the mosques during prayer, my first couch surfing experience and walking around the bazaars breathing in the sights. Moments of my life I will never forget.
So to wrap this little story up with a nice little bow - I strongly encourage you to travel to Turkey and let the country sweep you off your feet. Just be careful you may arrive alone and but leave in love.
It seems that the longer I travel for the people who come into my life become more breathtaking and the places visited touch my soul on a deeper level...
It seems that the longer I travel for the harder it is to remember the life I use to live and the place I called home. The bed I use to call mine and the clothes that are technically mine yet hang in a closet millions of miles away.....
It seems that the longer I travel for the more distant that comes into my relationships with friends and those that call me family.....
And it seems that the longer I travel for the more I change. The more I grow and the more I become unsure of life. Or better yet, unsure of the life I am suppose to live.
The longer I travel, the more I travel, the more I see, and the less I know.
So here I am.
I know less and less. I expect less and less. I judge less and less. But...
I see more and more. I feel more and more and I love more and more.
One cannot blog about the world, a country or a city without writing about life, love and all those grey areas in between.
So here is mine. Take what you want and leave the rest;
Canada. It seems like years ago since my feet touched your soil yet its only been eight months. When the wheels of the plane came up and we touched the clouds in the sky I was still clenching my one way ticket with white knuckles and excitement in my heart. I desperately desired to see what laid beyond the seas and the adventures that one could claim. I went forth, sought them out and claimed them, owned them and now I have become them. I became the adventure, the travelling girl, the one who cannot see past tomorrow or live for anyone but herself. Funny how things can so quickly change.
Now my questions surround me like vines. They wrap around my legs, tug at my arms and pull at my heart. There are now too many questions in my head that I am more bewildered about this thing called "life" than ever before but strangely less afraid.
So I broke away from my family once again in Greece and set forth to Turkey.
I arrived alone but left in love.
And what a beautiful thing love is.
From every fibre of my being I wish people in the West would stop listening to the news and believing everything they read, see and hear. But more importantly stop taking it as the one and only complete truth. There is so much more to the World, so much more beauty than the news projects.
The East is not an evil place. There is evil everywhere in the world. Everywhere. But there is also beauty, peace and good people, just like you and me, everywhere in the world.
It is amazing how many people messaged me and told me not to go to Turkey because of what the news was telling them. Silly. Just pure silliness. A mistake I am sure I would have regretted if I have obeyed because Turkey is now one of my top countries travelled and is one of the very few that I pledge to return to one day. Yes it is a Muslim country and one must respects a countries religion and customs but don't we all expect that of visitors who enter ours?
So without saying too much because I want you to experience this unforgettable country for yourself here is a bit of my adventure....
Cappadocia was amazing. Riding in a hot air balloon and hiking in the valleys was unforgettably beautiful.
Chilling in tree forts in Olympos was so unique;, eating oranges and pomegranates from the trees outside my room was delicious; and swimming in the sea during the pouring rain was pure happiness.
Being in Izmir during Turkey's Independence Day was energising and watching the sunsets over the sea with your hand locked in mine made even my eyes smile.
Istanbul is well, Istanbul. Nothing compares. I could live there if that says anything about its charm. I didn't even take any pictures because I got so lost in the cities charm and appeal. A few memories stick out though: falling in love in Neverland, sitting in Taksim square eating delicious Turkish pastries, listening to the mosques during prayer, my first couch surfing experience and walking around the bazaars breathing in the sights. Moments of my life I will never forget.
So to wrap this little story up with a nice little bow - I strongly encourage you to travel to Turkey and let the country sweep you off your feet. Just be careful you may arrive alone and but leave in love.
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| Istanbul |
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| Yummy! Street nuts ;) |
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| Exploring Istanbul with new friends |
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| Inside the blue mosque |
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| The Blue Mosque |
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| Liam and I on the top of the Galata tower in Istanbul |
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| Cistern in Istanbul |
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| Me inside the Cistern |
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| Cappadocia, Turkey |
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| Hiking in Cappadocia, Red Valley |
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| On top of the hot air balloon :) |
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| Prior to take off |
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| Watching the balloon go up |
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| About to take off |
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| A view from above |
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| Sooooo happy! |
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| All the other balloons in the sky |
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| So beautiful |
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| Our hot air balloon team :) |
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| Exploring Olympos with a fellow Canadian |
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| Tree forts and chill out huts. Olympos, Turkey |
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| Sunset in Izmir |
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| Ruins in Izmir |
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| There are cats everywhere in Turkey so one shot was necessary |
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| Clock tower in Izmir |
