I’m aware that I’m a horrible travel blogger but I don’t think I’ve found the right words for my summer yet. I should have by now, but the truth is that you can’t rush reflection. I certainly can’t rush words, – especially not those capable of describing this summer. It’s been a lot of fun, that much I can tell you.
In lieu of more words or pictures, let me leave this fun little video here.
Dear Gina, I miss this every day. I miss you. Thanks for letting me tag along.
Dear America, thanks for being nothing but kind and welcoming to me.
Dear self, take the life lessons, take the good memories, keep both forever. Learn and grow.
Two girls. Three weeks. Eleven cities. Nine states. One car. A pack of cellery. A friendly dog. Tons of live music and maybe one drink too many every once in a while: The greatest summer adventure there ever was. #TheRoadWander
In case you’re on a roadtrip, Gina and I have the ultimate playlist for you. I’m not kidding. We’re obsessed. It’s all we’ve been listening too for months now and we had the best time putting it together.
The first thing after establishing a hashtag for our little adventure (#TheRoadWander) was to work on this playlist. We spent a couple of weeks casually adding songs to this, listened to it on repeat when we were still in San Francisco and arrived in Tampa, starting the car and realising we had no way of connecting our phones and iPods to the car speakers.
But nifty and innovative as we are, we hopped into the next Radio Shack and bought some tiny speakers. Not the best quality (duh) but it definitely added character to our car rides. Please excuse the excess amount of (good) country, blues and old school rock on this playlist, but we were driving through the South, after all (and we’re not sorry. Not one bit.).
Listening to the radio proved to be interesting. But now we know that true southern gentlemen won’t ever wear brightly coloured pants, own cats or tweet, because what they have to say is more meaningful than that. (I’m not being sarcastic, this really was something we listened to on the radio. Open mouthed, with stunned (and slightly amused) expressions on our faces.)
You can look back on our adventures with #TheRoadWander on Instagram (G & K).
Here’s the official #TheRoadWander playlist. There’s only one rule: when Proud Mary comes on, you better dance like there’s no tomorrow. We take Proud Mary very seriously (and you better do too ;-))
So judge away. Complain about cheesy pop songs, weird covers and overplayed rock anthems. We don’t care.
In May 2011 I went on a roadtrip with a couple of friends. Our destination was Trieste, Italy but we spent one day in Piran, Slovenia. Piran is a charming little city – magical, really. We walked around town, through tiny alleys and along the boardwalk. We ate gorgeous food and had a very intense water fight. I truly have only fond memories of this trip.
[Above: Piran at our feet | Below: details. ]
[Above: delicious lunch. ]
[Above and below: water fight!. ]
We took our car from Vienna to Trieste (had to pay for parking in Trieste, but only around 3€/day). We divided petrol cost through four so each of us only had to pay around 20€. We stayed in a small hostel near the city center – meals not included.
We made a day trip to Piran with a short stop at Hrastovlje, a small town in Slovenia with a cute medieval church. We hiked around the hills there for a while and bought a bottle of wine from the church. Parking in Piran was a bit of a challenge but we managed to find a parking lot not too far off.