SHEEP!!!!: Rainy adventures in Iceland

In the past few years it seems that people have done nothing but rant and rave about the wonders of Iceland. Being a total beach bum, I tend to spend my days traveling in hot climates such as the Tropics or Mediterranean, so it never occurred to me to travel to chilly, rainy Iceland. But, when I was looking for the best flight deals to Europe from California, it seemed that my cheapest option was to fly to Reykjavik via Seattle. And so after so research to double and triple check that this was truly my best option, I did it; I was officially going to Iceland!

In case you didn’t know, the name given to this country was actually a trick by Erik the Red. When he discovered Greenland, he wanted to make people think that it was a beautiful, green land that was worthy of settling in. But the truth was (and still is) that Greenland is full of ice and snow, and Iceland is the green, rocky country. But it is not to be said that it is sunny in Iceland…. 

Okay, so maybe there isn't a lack of ice in Iceland either.

Okay, so maybe there isn't a lack of ice in Iceland either.

View from breakfast at Kex Hostel in Reykjavik 

View from breakfast at Kex Hostel in Reykjavik 

"Ice beach" near the Jökulsárlón Glacier Lagoon 

"Ice beach" near the Jökulsárlón Glacier Lagoon 

I arrived in Iceland on a rainy Monday morning. The clouds hung low, and the cold air hit my face like a New York wind (which if you’ve ever been to New York in the winter, you know it is brutal). Despite, I had high hopes that there would be at least one or two days of sunshine. The people of Tripadvisor had suggest that it can be hit or miss, but is still a beautiful time to visit before it gets too icy and snowy. I soon learned that in Iceland, a “nice day” is a partly cloudy day at 50 degrees fahrenheit, with a lack of rain. But you’re lucky if you get a full day of that. As they say: “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes”. 

And so my six day rainy adventure in Iceland began… with rain. And lots of it.

On the bright (errr... colorful?) side, ever-changing weather is great for rainbow spotting.

On the bright (errr... colorful?) side, ever-changing weather is great for rainbow spotting.

I have never been much of a planner-- in fact, I thrive on the thrill of last minute plans and never knowing where I will end up the next day. That is basically how I ended up in a car for four days on a road trip, with somebody I had only known for 12 hours. Now before you think, "but that person could have been a murderer!!", just trust my judgement. The night before I was due to check out of Reykjavik (which I STILL cannot spell without the help of spell check), I found myself scouring the internet for rental cars and/or ways to get around the island without a car.

"Don't you guys think I should just rent a manual car and just learn to drive stick shift on my own? Nobody at home is ever going to teach me, since most people drive automatic in the US!" I asked two other Americans at the hostel.

Coming from a country where we are spoon fed nearly everything, a decade into my years of having a license, I still haven't got a clue how to work a manual vehicle. And of course the Europeans almost never drive automatic, so renting one is normally three times the price of a manual.

"NO! You'll burn out the clutch and never get anywhere," they told me. We debated this for the next hour, as I struggled to figure out how on earth I'd manage to get around the island.

As the other Americans got up to leave, I considered going to bed as well. But sometimes you make a split second decision that can change the course of your life (or in this case, the course of your trip to Iceland). Instead of leaving, I decided to give myself at least a little time to talk with the French guy who was also sitting nearby, listening in on our conversation. And in the end, it was a good thing I did, because ten minutes later he was giving me my first lesson in driving stick shift. By the end of my drive around the parking lot, and lots of stalling and stopping short I realized that it would be nearly impossible for me to rent a manual car.... because clearly I had NO idea what I was doing.

I don't speak Icelandic. I also don't drive stick shift.

I don't speak Icelandic. I also don't drive stick shift.

After my lesson and laughing about the weirdest safety video ever, I decided to be bold and ask if he wouldn't mind if I came along on his road trip the next day. Lucky me he said yes, and that is how I ended up on a road trip around Iceland with a guy I had just met.

Sometimes traveling with people you don't know can be a risk; and I'm not talking about safety, but rather locking yourself into being stuck with somebody you don't necessarily know you'll get along with. I know myself, and I know I am picky about everything in life from the food I eat, to the people I befriend. But from the start, I could tell that Remy from Toulouse and I were going to get along well.

I sang about sheep (Iceland is known for having one dangerous animal: SHEEP, because they often cause accidents in the road), we complained about the constant rain, and stopped at a small family owned restaurant on a farm in the middle of nowhere.

It finally stopped raining... for about ten minutes.

It finally stopped raining... for about ten minutes.

The famous Seljalandsfoss Waterfall... it started raining again once we arrived.

The famous Seljalandsfoss Waterfall... it started raining again once we arrived.

A mini volcano! Clear skies!!

A mini volcano! Clear skies!!

Farm house near mini volcano.

Farm house near mini volcano.

SHEEEEP!!! ....they ain't no joke.

SHEEEEP!!! ....they ain't no joke.

Remy throwing hay at them to get them to come over. I laughed at first.... until they wandered in our direction.

Remy throwing hay at them to get them to come over. I laughed at first.... until they wandered in our direction.

Iceland in French = Islande.

Iceland in French = Islande.

At the end of Day 1 after getting hailed on at a waterfall and driving through hours of rain, we came across the little picturesque village of Vik. It only took us a few minutes to drive through the entire town, and find a nice little guesthouse to stay in for the night. After dinner, around 7pm we asked the waiters where we could buy some alcohol. Turns out the liquor stores in Iceland close at 6pm. The restaurant could technically sell us a bottle of wine that we could take with us... but they had to take the top off. Note to self: if you want to buy alcohol in Iceland, do it early!

Remy being skeptical that we can carry open alcohol. Somebody might arrest us!!! ...wait there's no cops in this town.

Remy being skeptical that we can carry open alcohol. Somebody might arrest us!!! ...wait there's no cops in this town.

A glorious few hours of sunshine the following morning!

A glorious few hours of sunshine the following morning!

This river is wiiiild. Rivers and rooooads *sings all songs about rivers*

This river is wiiiild. Rivers and rooooads *sings all songs about rivers*

It seems that every large rock has waterfalls flowing down it's side.

It seems that every large rock has waterfalls flowing down it's side.

"Ice beach" near the Jökulsárlón Glacier Lagoon

"Ice beach" near the Jökulsárlón Glacier Lagoon

We paid $50 to take a 30 minute boat ride around these glaciers. Worth it? Eh, probably not.

We paid $50 to take a 30 minute boat ride around these glaciers. Worth it? Eh, probably not.

The glacier guide about to hack off a piece of glacier ice for us to eat. Yummy.

The glacier guide about to hack off a piece of glacier ice for us to eat. Yummy.

"I could have gone to Mexico and been sitting on the beach with a coconut... what am I doing here in the cold!!?" -me in the cold.

"I could have gone to Mexico and been sitting on the beach with a coconut... what am I doing here in the cold!!?" -me in the cold.

Okay, so it was kind of cool. Literally.

Okay, so it was kind of cool. Literally.

Feeling defeated and tired from lots of rain on our last night in Iceland, we stopped in a town about an hour out of Reykjavik. Just as we were getting ready to go to sleep, Remy asked if he thought we should give the Northern Lights one last shot... and so in our pajamas, we went off to a field on the outskirts of town.

"There's something up there, but it's just a white light. Must be light pollution..."

"No, I don't think so. I was told that you need time to adjust your eyes, and sometimes it does actually start without colors".

We pondered whether it was worth it or not to be standing outside in the freezing cold looking for some mythical dancing lights. As beautiful as I imagined they could be, it was a miracle that I made it 5 days in a country so far north-- when the temperature drops below 70 degrees Fahrenheit, I start shivering. 

"I see it moving!"

Low and behold, crawling slowly through the sky, between the clouds that had ruined the majority of our trip there she was: the mighty Northern Lights.

Disclaimer: while this photo is NOT enhanced on any photo editing programs, the lights were not this bright in person. Long exposures tend to bring out the best in the Northern Lights.

Disclaimer: while this photo is NOT enhanced on any photo editing programs, the lights were not this bright in person. Long exposures tend to bring out the best in the Northern Lights.

Never the less, we felt lucky to get to experience this.

Never the less, we felt lucky to get to experience this.

Northern Lights... with a little bit of light pollution mixed in.

Northern Lights... with a little bit of light pollution mixed in.

The aurora borealis turns cigarette smoke green... just kidding.

The aurora borealis turns cigarette smoke green... just kidding.

Following our joyous evening with the Lights, we headed back to the capital in the morning. We were fortunate enough to have at least one day that was NOT filled with cold rain, and we spent it strolling around the city taking photos of street art and cafe hopping.

We also took a visit to the lighthouse at the edge of town.

We also took a visit to the lighthouse at the edge of town.

It was unlocked.

It was unlocked.

We had to walk across this jetty to get to the lighthouse. 

We had to walk across this jetty to get to the lighthouse. 

The mean streets of Reykjavik (a city name which I still cannot spell without autocorrect). 

The mean streets of Reykjavik (a city name which I still cannot spell without autocorrect). 

Colorful Reykjavik 

Colorful Reykjavik 

The famous Hallgrímskirkja church

The famous Hallgrímskirkja church

While I did enjoy my time in Iceland and was very grateful to have the opportunity to go, my overall experience did not quite live up to my expectations. So many people told me that it is their favorite place in the world, but I think the bad weather just put a damper on it. I was suggested to visit the South-- and that it was the best option for those with limited time-- but I felt that this area didn't change much from the start to the end of our drive. Since my trip, I've had other friends who visited and had totally different experiences than me; if I were to do it again I think I would travel to the West Fjords in the Northwest, get a larger 4x4 car to go to the interior of the country and go in the summer time when there's less chance of rain (but still not guaranteed). If you do decide you're interested in the south, here's the route we took:

iceland map

The towns outside of the capital are all very small. And by very small I mean one or two restaurants, a convenience store (if you're lucky), and a few guesthouses. Our first night we stayed at a local guesthouse in a woman's home in Vik. I was quite surprised that a lot of the people out here don't speak English very well. It was enough to get by, but nobody seemed particularly interested in conversing much. 

The second night we drove to Jökulsárlón otherwise known as the Glacier Lagoon, then to Hofn for dinner. We did eat magnificent langoustine (a type of lobster) at a restaurant called Pakkhús Restaurant. It's right near the harbor and the restaurant has a view of the water. 10/10 would eat there again. There's not many places in town to stay, so we drove back south about an hour and stayed at another guesthouse off the main road called Guesthouse Skálafell. 

Accomodation options at Guesthouse Skalafell

Accomodation options at Guesthouse Skalafell

View from the bottom of the driveway, along the main road

View from the bottom of the driveway, along the main road

In Reykjavik I stayed at Kex Hostel, which is in an old cookie factory (Kex means 'cookie' in Icelandic). It was an excellent, social spot and even hosts live music in the evenings. I've heard they're one of the venues for shows during the famous music festival, Iceland Airwaves in November. 

 

Live music at Kex

Live music at Kex

Despite my feelings on Iceland, most people are absolutely enthralled just by the thought of this country. In the end, I learned that maybe I'm just not cut out for winter-y adventures... after all, I am one of the biggest beach bums you'll ever meet.

Road tripping through Mexico's Baja California

Every winter I seem to find a way to escape the cold weather of the northern hemisphere. In the fall I decided to try out a new kind of traveling: fall and winter backpacking in Europe. While it was fun to try out something new, I realized that I can't change who I am and what I love, which is a sun soaked winter by the beach. And so after just two weeks home, I set off for another new adventure that I'd always wanted to do: a road trip through Mexico. 

In the past few years I've traveled across the United States with my own car and anybody who knows me, knows that I love to drive. To be honest, I'd rather drive my own car for 11 hours straight than sit on a bus for 4 hours. While traveling by bus, I've always found myself dreaming of the freedom to stop at all the vista points in the mountains, hole in the wall restaurants in the middle of nowhere, and run out to catch the sunset. Having that freedom while traveling is is something truly special. Some of my favorite places I've found are ones that would be difficult to get to without your own car, and that is why I decided to take my own car down to Mexico. 

Driving through Latin America is quite different than driving in the States or even in the rural parts of Eastern Europe. In order to drive in Mexico, it's not only important that you are a confident driver, but you also must know how to drive both defensively... and aggressively.  Even with hundreds of thousands of miles behind my wheel, the idea of taking my precious Jetta into the wild world of Central America made me nervous. But knowing the key rules of the road will help on your Latin American adventure.

Key rules are as follows:

When another car is on your tail, signal with the left blinker to alert them that the coast is clear and it's safe to pass. When driving on a two lane road, cars from both sides will pass whether an oncoming vehicle is in the opposite lane or not. Therefore you must always be alert and know when to drive in the shoulder in order to allow sufficient space for three cars to momentarily line up without colliding. When looking for parking (estacionmiento), look for a sign with the letter E inside a circle and curbs lined with yellow paint (or no paint). Red paint on the curb is a no no.  When coming up at large intersections, the general rule is first there, first to go, but be aware of your surroundings as there are not always stop signs and people will not always adhere to that rule. If they're going faster than you, it's better to just let them pass. There are also many one way streets that are not clearly marked. If the road is short and wide in a smaller town, it's not a big deal to pass through. If it's a larger street in a major city, it's best to take a moment to check which way the traffic is moving and only turn in the correct direction.

Anyway. Onto the good stuff: stories and photos!

Shortly after crossing the border in San Ysidro (also know as the Tijuana crossing) I stopped for the evening in a town on the beach called Ensenada. I didn't have much interest in Tijuana, not because of it's reputation but simply because after months away from the Pacific I was ready to soak up all her glory. The crossing was painless and to my surprise when you enter Mexico through Baja California you don't even have to stop to have your passport stamped. This international border is essentially the same as a toll booth (but without the toll), where you slow down, get a photo snapped of your plates and are welcomed with a big sign for Mexico!

Even though it wasn't my first time in Mexico, there was a new excitement to cruising down Highway 1 south of the border. Within a half hour I made my first pitstop to take a photo. While the weather wasn't quite warm yet (actually I was still wearing the same coat I had on when I left San Francisco days before), the views were just what I was hoping for. 

I arrived in Ensenada with just enough time to shop around for some goodies before the shops closed. After chatting with a local shop owner in Spanglish, which has become my primary language here, I bought a beautiful hecho a mano (handmade) blanket for $20. Since the last time I was in the country two years ago the value of the peso has dropped from 12 pesos/1 USD to 20 pesos/USD, so now is the time to visit Mexico with the USD. 

Beginning the trip I figured that as usual, I would be doing most of the long distant traveling on my own with the possibility of new friends joining for a day or two at a time. But as traveling goes, surprises in the form of new friends were to come. The first night at the Ensenada Backpackers hostel I met Cynthia from Montreal who was spending a few weeks in Mexico without any solid plans. She ended up riding all the way down to Cabo San Lucas for the next week with me. While Ensenada was a nice town, I wasn't quite prepared for the cold temperatures at night. There was no heat inside the hostel and it had a heavy draft coming in, so I ended up leaving the next day.

Cynthia, just south of Ensenada at the beginning of our long drive through the desert.

Cynthia, just south of Ensenada at the beginning of our long drive through the desert.

A small town we stopped for lunch in.

A small town we stopped for lunch in.

Cynthia somewhere between Ensenada and El Rosario, where we pulled the car over and ran down a dirt road to catch the sun set over the ocean.

Cynthia somewhere between Ensenada and El Rosario, where we pulled the car over and ran down a dirt road to catch the sun set over the ocean.

Different exposures of the sun set, whose colors seem to change from minute to minute in the last hours of daylight.

Different exposures of the sun set, whose colors seem to change from minute to minute in the last hours of daylight.

While the first day's drive was a beautiful one, Cynthia and I both quickly realized that northern state of Baja California wasn't exactly the sunny, hot beach destination we'd been looking for in December. We decided that the next few days would be spent driving as much as we could each day in order to reach the popular North American vacation destination of Cabo San Lucas.

Valle de los Cirios, a protected area in which the Cirios cactus, native only to Baja (and a bit of Sonora)....  It went on, and on, and on for hours. 

Even the cacti have a place to pray for their lost ones.

Even the cacti have a place to pray for their lost ones.

Muy grande!

Muy grande!

In terms of safety, there are quite a few check points run by the federal police, but other than a quick "De donde va?" (where are you going?) and "De donde vienes?" (where are you coming from) and the occasional request that you pop the trunk, they won't bother or bribe you like most people believe. We kept forgetting which saying was which and would tell them in broken Spanish that we were coming FROM the town that we were actually going TO... and yet, they always just waved us right along.

It may not be a sunset on the ocean, but this one in the city of Guerrero Negro was one of the best sunsets I saw in Baja.

It may not be a sunset on the ocean, but this one in the city of Guerrero Negro was one of the best sunsets I saw in Baja.

From El Rosario and onwards, there wasn't really many attractions until we hit Mulege in Baja Sur. The city of Guerrero Negro was large, but uneventful, although I hear that December-March is whale mating season and you can get on a whale watching tour to see the baby whales. I would have loved to do it, but I also wanted to get the hell out of there. Instead I bought a sweater which proclaims that 'I <3 whales' (I <3 Ballenas) at the hotel gift shop. If you do happen to stay in Guerrero Negro as a stop over, or just to watch the whales I would recommend Hotel Malarrimo. The man at the desk (presumably the owner) didn't seem so friendly, but nevertheless it was a nice, affordable hotel with a little gazebo to sit outside under. The most eventful things that happened here were: running into a woman in the parking lot who was also from New York like me, AND lives in the same San Francisco suburb as I do. The second was my car's check engine light coming on. I previously had a potentially engine fatal problem caused by a bad oil change by Jiffy Lube (avoid them at ALL costs!) and was concerned that there was something seriously wrong with my car. Turns out it was on because Mexican gas is a different quality... or something like that. I don't know much about cars, but note to anybody with a European car driving through Mexico: fill it up with premium (red) gas rather than the green. Since then it's been smooth sailing with the car..... when on the toll roads.

Stopped on the side of the road to pee behind this building... although no disrepect, because I agree with this statement.

Stopped on the side of the road to pee behind this building... although no disrepect, because I agree with this statement.

Long stretches of desolation in the center of the peninsula. 

Long stretches of desolation in the center of the peninsula. 

Four days in, we finally hit the winding coastal roads along the Gulf of California.

Four days in, we finally hit the winding coastal roads along the Gulf of California.

While this stretch of the road was truly stunning, we had our first and only terrifying near death moment on the road. While driving up a curvy stretch along the water in a light rain, we saw a car coming down the hill that had lost control. I don't know if he was drunk, his breaks were shot, didn't know how to drive when the roads are slippery, but he was coming straight towards us. Often on this road there was little to no shoulder, but at this point I had just enough room to pull my car to the shoulder before he sped past us, missing my car by mere inches. Watching in the rearview mirror I was convinced that I was about to witness something I'd been expecting to see one day: a car drop right into the ocean. Miraculously he managed to stop his car right at the edge of a pull off... also just inches from tumbling to his death. For the next two days I drove with extreme precaution, slowing down any time another vehicle passed me on a curve too fast. It's moments like these that make you grateful to be alive.

Our last two stops before reaching Cabo San Lucas were Mulegé and Loreto. Mulege is a palm tree oasis, that pops up out of nowhere after long stretches of desert. There's not too much to do there but it was a nice place to stop over for the night. We met some Spanish guys also traveling by car from California and hung out with them in the tiny main square. Here, some local boys begged us (and by us, I mean the boys) to play soccer/football with them... on a basketball court. I'm not much of a sports person, so I just cowered at the opposite end of the "field" until the game was over. Later on in the evening I found out that there's no need to be afraid of police or crime in Baja.... just the 14 year old boys who will surround you and pressure you to let them have some of your wine!

Chillin' in a hammock in our little courtyard oasis at the hotel in Mulegé.

Chillin' in a hammock in our little courtyard oasis at the hotel in Mulegé.

Turns out Mexicans are spacially challenged. Not the best position to place the toilet!

Turns out Mexicans are spacially challenged. Not the best position to place the toilet!

The one shop in Mulegé that sold Mexican blankets was owned by a woman from Oaxaca (famous for it's handmade goods). I bought this extremely bizarre one from her. This warrior will always protect me!

The one shop in Mulegé that sold Mexican blankets was owned by a woman from Oaxaca (famous for it's handmade goods). I bought this extremely bizarre one from her. This warrior will always protect me!

Another few hours down the road, we spent the night in Loreto which was uneventful. There was a nice hostel called Casas Loreto and the owner was very friendly and enthusiastic about Loreto, but I wouldn't recommend staying for more than an overnight stop.

We tried on these sombreros. We didn't buy them. I wish we did.

We tried on these sombreros. We didn't buy them. I wish we did.

We did manage to find margaritas that were 2 for 70 pesos ($3.50 USD)

We did manage to find margaritas that were 2 for 70 pesos ($3.50 USD)

Not so good photo of the church in the main square.

Not so good photo of the church in the main square.

Once we got past Mulegé and Loreto we reached La Paz, which is a fairly large port city and much warmer and pleasant to visit than anywhere else we'd been so far. We stayed at Baja Backpackers owned by an American guy who was sent to Baja many years ago to work in the mining and construction industry. It was here that I met Claudia and Sara, two girls who had hitchhiked all the way from their home in Cuernavaca (an hour south of Mexico City) to Mazatlan, the city across the Gulf from La Paz, and then took a flight to Baja. They left home with a minimal amount of money and only slept on the beaches and in the homes of people they met on the way. The best part is that they weren't even staying at this hostel when we met; they had just stopped in to use the shower there. I didn't know it at the time, but I would soon end up changing my entire plan in order to drive across mainland Mexico with them.

My favorite beach that we visited in Baja, Bolandra Beach.

My favorite beach that we visited in Baja, Bolandra Beach.

After a few hours of lazing around we hiked up to a mountain with epic views of the bay.

After a few hours of lazing around we hiked up to a mountain with epic views of the bay.

I bought a wood carved cactus and mantaray from this guy near Tecolote Beach in La Paz.

I bought a wood carved cactus and mantaray from this guy near Tecolote Beach in La Paz.

On Christmas Eve I made my way down to Cabo San Lucas with my two new friends in tow. We chose to stay at a hostel called Ocean Tigers Divehouse which is owned by a French man who offers good deals on diving courses in addition to accomodation. Other than some of the rowdy, drunken guests, I did think it was a very nice hostel and the owner was helpful with any info we needed. Our second night the house was fully booked, but he let us pay half price to sleep on the couch on Christmas Day. I even had a space in the driveway to park my car.

This dude from San Diego hitchhiked all the way from California to Cabo. At one point a cop gave him a ride and then would drop him off an hour later with another officer in the next region down. He got at least a few hundred miles this way in a single day.

This dude from San Diego hitchhiked all the way from California to Cabo. At one point a cop gave him a ride and then would drop him off an hour later with another officer in the next region down. He got at least a few hundred miles this way in a single day.

Claudia, Sara, and I gazing out the window at the beach across the street from the hostel in Cabo San Jose.

Claudia, Sara, and I gazing out the window at the beach across the street from the hostel in Cabo San Jose.

At the start of my trip I planned to drive to the bottom of the peninsula and then head back up, spending maybe two weeks in Mexico this time around. But low and behold, I am always making spontaneous decisions to make trips I never dreamt of taking and before I knew it, I'd agreed to take my car on the ferry across the Gulf of California and drive back towards Mexico City with my new friends. Two months later, I've made it to Chiapas, the most southern state in the country and am soon headed to Guatemala. 

My overall thoughts on Baja are that the drive had some interesting sites to see, but it was more like things you'd stop to marvel at for 20 minutes and then move on from. Honestly, I probably wouldn't do the drive down the 1,000 mile peninsula again, but I am glad I had the opportunity to do it. In my opinion, mainland Mexico is much more interesting and enjoyable, but more on that later...

People on streets: taking notice of others in need

It’s 3am and I’ve just gotten back from a pub crawl in Riga with a large group of 20 something-year olds staying at my hostel.  I’m sitting here alone in my room thinking about all of the people who were out drinking tonight. Presumably all from middle class families, maybe not all of us have had the easiest lives, but we’re all young and able-bodied and have enough money to feed ourselves.

“I’m so fortunate and I shouldn’t take that for granted” 

“At least I have a roof over my head” 

These are phrases that are so much easier to say than they are to actually understand and appreciate. But, more importantly, we need to understand how people on the other spectrum live— the ones who don’t have a home to live in. 

And then of course you’ll find people in small villages on the streets (or in the sea) selling whatever they can to survive. Maybe they do have a home, but I can’t imagine it’s much considering what they’re doing out on the streets. 

In some countries they lie to make money. Women wear headscarves that they don't normally wear, hold their young children in their arms, and eye passersby with a look of despair. They cry out that they have no money and need yours. At the end of the day, they take off the scarf and chat with their friends who run the hotel next door. Maybe they aren’t really homeless, maybe their husbands make enough money for them to eat every day. But, if this is what they are choosing to spend their days doing, then maybe, just maybe, they really are in need of money to keep a roof over their heads.

And you’ll find men sitting on the streets all day not saying a word. No begging, no hassling, no selling. Just waiting. They’re just waiting for somebody to pass by and say “hey I want to buy that wicker broom for 50 krona”. And maybe he will have enough to buy dinner. Sometimes it's impossible for me to walk by a person like this and forget their face. To this day, I still think of some of those folks.

Or maybe it’s the lovely man who has escaped an impoverished land for a country with greater opportunities. But unfortunately for him, he's landed in one of the countries in the EU that in recent years has become known for it's economic instability. Maybe he does have another source of money, but at the same time, I'd bet you anything that whatever he makes from playing those smooth blues melodies on the streets of Athens is a necessary supplement to it.

athensbluesplayer

We often walk by these people and think that there is something wrong with them; that they did something bad to end up here. But in reality, it can happen to anybody. These people have stories just like you and I, and in fact they are often the most interesting stories. Whether you think you could never relate to the woman on the boat selling scarfs, the ice cream man, or the guys working at the tea house in a small town-- we can learn so much from people who we think are so different. Because in the end, we're all connected.

And the next time you waltz by them without a thought, just stop and think. Think about how much that 50 cents, 1 euro, 1 dollar, or whatever it is that you have to spare, could make a difference to them. And think about how badly you really need to save that small change. Maybe 1 euro won’t change their lives, but if every person who passed by them, or even every other, it WOULD change their lives.

Trust in Strangers: Bozcaada, Turkey

It had been so hot the past few days in Turkey, that I could barely manage to leave my hotel room in the city. After suffering through the heat for what felt like forever, I took the ferry to Bozcaada, a beautiful former Greek island-- one of the only two islands left in the Aegean, still belonging to Turkey.

After taking a short dolmus (minibus) ride from the town center to the beach, I stopped at the closest, most convenient place for water. It turned out that the owner was an English speaking man who had just moved from Istanbul to open a small bar right in that very spot. 

“You’re from Australia, right?”

I snickered at this Turkish man's poor read on my accent.

“Not even close!”

It’s always funny to me how non-native English speakers can’t tell the blatant difference in accents between an Australian and American. 

“I’m from New York,” I corrected him.

After chatting for a minute, I headed down to the beach for a much needed jump in the sea. In the past years, it has become one of my main missions in life to find the best beaches around the world, and almost all of them have been in Turkey.

Returning to the bar after two hours of swimming I got talking with the Turk who sold me the water. As many people do, he left his life in the city for the quiet island life to open the small beach bar. 

“I can’t believe that you’re traveling alone as a girl here in Turkey,” he said to me.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

“I see no reason to be afraid of the world. What makes traveling my own country where there is just as much hatred and violence, any safer?"

He realized that I had a point.

“If you’d like I can drive you back to town and we can get dinner. Only if you want.”

Most of my friends or anybody who hasn't traveled much would probably tell me that this was a horrible idea. But the way that I see it is that life is not only an adventure that must be had, but it's also about having good judgement. It's about knowing when somebody has good intentions and when they have bad ones.

Sometimes my intuition does fail me, but this time it did not. I’ve had my fair share of being picked up by men with the intention of sex, but I could tell that this man was being genuine. 

“Do you want a tour of the island?” he asked. Did I? Hell yeah. 

Not only that, but he knew of a spot where you can see a wrecked ship off the coast. Anybody who knows me, knows that I LOVE abandoned things whether it’s buildings, vehicles, or ships. 

And so we went off to see the abandoned ship. I showed him how to use his camera, took some shots of my own, found out that he had worked at a summer camp not far from my home town, and had dinner (for free) at his friend's restaurant right on the marina.

After many years of traveling both in my own country and around the world I've made an important realization: it’s important to trust your judgement and be careful who you go off with, but also not to be afraid of every person you meet. Because in situations like this evening's, trusting a stranger resulted in nothing less than an incredible night. That’s part of why I love Turkey and the Middle East— people aren’t afraid to talk to you and invite you for tea or dinner by the sea. It can definitely be a bit scary sometimes, because as we know, not everybody has good intentions.  But, when you pick the right people you’ll end up having unforgettable experiences around the world.