sometimes you just have to be a kook in order to have a little fun
After 24-hours of flying, all three of us (myself, mom, and dad) met up in the Keflavik airport in Iceland. Outside, the world was a gray, lost in a thick and endless cloud. Find out how we survived day 1 in Stykkishólmur (west Iceland).
A waste of time. What does that even mean? As I waited impatiently for my shuttle to arrive, I realized that I didn’t want to consider any moment of my life to be a waste. So, here’s what I did to make the most of every situation that I found myself in (and stave off boredom too).
A letter to my grandmother. A recent conversation and a recent trip to San Diego brought up a lot of thoughts and emotions. I share them with you here.
I’ve got a confession to make… It’s a pretty big one. One that I’ve been unsure that I could share with you all. Are you ready for it?
Okay, here it is:
