I’m sorry, Germany, but you were never on my “top 10 places to visit” list. I don’t know why, but the original “top 5″ list included England, Ireland, Australia, Thailand, and South Africa. Which countries rounded out the top 10, I don’t recall, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t make the cut.

Thankfully, a visit to Germany was still in the cards.

Back in the old school days of LiveJournal, I got to know two fabulous people who both lived in Germany and only 45-60 minutes away from one another. After knowing them both online for two years, I decided I had to to meet them in person. So in May 2007, I crossed the pond to visit friends in London for a week (who ironically I had also first connected with on LiveJournal) before heading to Germany for two weeks.

Thing I loved #1…meeting Gunther and Elle

Not only was I going to be meeting my friends for the first time, but I was also going to be staying with Gunther and traveling with him for the entire two-week trip. I sure hoped we liked each other in person as much as we seemed to get along online.

Thankfully I had nothing to worry about. Both of my pals were as sweet as can be, and we chatted up a storm…in English. The German language learning CDs I’d been listening to for weeks helped me get by with basic greetings and questions, but I was able to rely on them to play translator when necessary.

It’s hard to believe I haven’t seen them since 2007. I need to go set myself up in Europe one summer and reconnect with friends who live in various countries (note to self: make this a GOAL).

Thing I loved #2…listening to the language

People always say that German is not a pretty language. That it sounds harsh. I disagree.

I’m not exactly sure how I would describe it, but I absolutely loved listening to it.

When Gunther and his family gathered for dinner every evening, I quietly sat in the corner and smiled in between bites. From time to time someone would pose a question for me, and Gunther would translate. I remember thinking it was one of the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard. And yes, I *can* sit quietly for extended periods of time…I know a few of you are in shock.

Thing I loved #3…surviving a bomb threat

Gunther and I were eager to visit Munich’s Olympiapark. Shortly after we began exploring the complex and taking photos, a loud siren blasted through the speakers, making everyone in sight plug their ears. Minutes later a German voice sounded from the speakers. I looked to Gunther, whose eyes opened widely. A scratchy English translation followed, and all I could pick up was that we had to leave the park immediately for some type of emergency.

Gunther and I headed to the main gate with a couple of other folks and learned that the voice had announced a bomb threat had been called in and that we had to leave. WHOA. Everyone tried to remain calm but we all looked at one another uneasily.

When we got to the main gate, the ticket lady was just as surprised and uninformed as we were. She made several calls while we all stood around, anxiously waiting to learn more. Several minutes later, we finally learned that someone was testing the PA system with old recorded messages and had failed to notify anyone. *Facepalm* Letting go of angst and woe, we headed back into the park. Moments later the park was apparently on fire, but we did not head to the nearest exit.

Thing I loved #4…butt and leg toning walks

I had mentioned to Gunther that I would like to do a fair amount of walking during our trips to Heidelberg, Munich, Berlin, and Stuttgart. He seemed somewhat hesitant to walk for hours on end (who wouldn’t?!), so I figured we’d walk a bit here and there. Apparently he took me seriously, because in addition to walking throughout the cities, he took me up insanely steep hills (like the one to Heidelberg Castle) and around countless stair wells (climbing to the top of the tower at St. Peter’s in Munich). One day in Berlin, we walked for 10 hours.

View from Heidelberg Castle

View from Heidelberg Castle

Resting and taking a few photos from St. Peter’s

Despite all the carbs, gelato, and Banana Java Chip frappucinnos, I left Germany slimmer than I had started. Thanks Gunther!

Thing I loved #5…Banana Java Chip frappuccinos

After living in a coffee-obsessed country (Australia — NOT the US), I’m now partial to independently owned cafes than the big chains. But ya know what, sometimes the chains do it right.

On my first trips to Europe, I’d always pop into a Starbucks to see what they offered that differed from the American menu. And in the summer of 2007, it was the Banana Java Chip frappuccino. A few friends thought it sounded disgusting, but trust me, m’dears, it was heaven in a plastic cup.

Once I learned that the Banana Java Chip frap was NOT coming to the US (I actually wrote Starbucks), I started ordering the drink every chance I had. Gunther gave me a slightly disapproving look (okay, maybe just the one time I had TWO in one day), but I figured I had earned it with all of the walking we were doing.

Thing I loved #6…feeling at home

Germany set me at ease. It felt like home. A sense of comfort and relaxation welcomed me at the airport and stayed with me throughout the trip.

Maybe it’s because my mom’s family heritage is mostly German and I was returning to the birthplace of many generations before me. Perhaps it’s because some of the heavy lifting of trip planning was in Gunther’s capable hands and I was able to let some of that go. Whatever the reason, I loved how I felt in Germany.

Or maybe it was seeing the Statue of Liberty on the top of someone’s home

And if there’s one place that MOST felt like “home” in Germany, it was Berlin. With perhaps the exception of Sydney, there is NO city I’ve instantly connected with the way I did with Berlin. For that reason, Berlin deserves its own post. Look for it at the same time next week!

AND, it’s Australia Day, so c’mon people, HOW MUCH BETTER DOES IT GET?

Okay, obviously it could be better — I could be celebrating IN Australia WITH my boyfriend. But things have been pretty challenging for me and my family lately, and as a few folks have told me, “it could be worse.” And they’re right. So I’m taking hold of this fantastic day and loving every minute of it.

My perfect Australia Day in the USA

I’ve been itching to make a homemade version of Bakers Delight’s Cheesymite Scrolls and Zumbo’s Vegemite macarons for months. MONTHS. While both of those are on hold for a bit longer, I awoke to a jar of Vegemite teasing me and begging to be used. So I willingly spread a thin layer on toast and topped it with avocado and a fried egg. Mom nearly gagged when she smelled it. Gavin questioned my meal choice. But it’s Australia Day, and I wouldn’t be an Americaussie if I didn’t have some today of all days.

I can’t wait to make my own Cheesymite Scrolls!

After brekky, I drove to a local assisted living community where a friend who serves as the activities director had invited me to speak about Australia Day. Even though I am a HUGE talker and could go on for days (you knew that, right?!), I was afraid I only had five minutes of material. I brought in a few props from when I served as the Aussie Representative at church, along with several new items and some bullet points to discuss. As soon as my friend introduced me, I settled into an easy 30 minutes of sharing bits of Aussie culture with a room full of people. And bless their hearts, a few even asked questions and wanted to hear MORE. I walked away beaming, and the seniors seemed so appreciative.

And then I spent the rest of the day celebrating in a way that honored my time in Australia.

– I drooled over the latest edition of Donna Hay’s food magazine (the 10th birthday no less) until I decided to fork over the $10 and buy it. I can’t wait to get cooking.

– I did an hour or so of remote work. My time in Oz taught me that I want to move toward a remote work lifestyle, and I’m oh-so-slowly inching in that direction.

– I went to dinner with a great friend. Some of my favorite memories from my year in Australia revolve around good conversation with new friends and shared dishes. Super sweet Kelly and I hit up the local gastropub for their 3-course Restaurant Week menu. How could I pass up yorkshire pudding, perfectly cooked beef, fruity beer and dark chocolate espresso creme brulee?!

To my Aussies and lovers of Oz around the world, I hope you had a great Australia Day! ♥

When I landed at the Istanbul airport in the middle of the night, I felt so alone. I knew I’d meet people and make friends throughought the week — at least I hoped I would — but it was the first time I was landing in another country without a) a travel companion by my side or b) a friend waiting for me at the airport.

“You are not alone in Istanbul”

Travelers always say you’ll make friends at the hostel. I stayed at Nobel Hostel, which is perfectly situated near many of the sites to see in the old city. The hostel’s tag line? “You are not alone in Istanbul” — I should have known I’d have a week filled with making new friends!

Allison and Jonathan

When Allison and Jonathan arrived as new roommates, I immediately liked them. The dating couple from Canada was on week 3 of a year-long RTW trip and happily invited me join them as we all explored the city.

We dined on shared plates of kofte in a busy restaurant serving locals on their lunch breaks.

We collected our scarves and cameras and visited the Blue Mosque.

We took the ferry up the Bosphorus, hiked a steep hill (I still vividly remember the workout!), and gazed in awe at the beautiful view of the Bosphorus meeting the Black Sea.

After the hike, we’d earned lunch and dessert. The guys working at the ice cream stand enjoyed flirting with me and Allison and insisted we come behind the counter for a photo.

I’m pretty sure I snagged both of these photos from A&J. Thanks guys O:-)

I’ve kept in touch with the (now married) couple and have even managed to see them again in person once in Toronto. They’re now living in Buenos Aires for the next few months before returning to Canada where Allison will begin her first full season as a wedding photographer.

Visiting the Asian side with Tony

In addition to A&J, I also became friends with several locals who were living at the hostel temporarily. On my last full day in the city, Tony invited me to travel with him to the Asian side and visit various shops. How could I pass up a personal tour with a new friend who could translate?!

Tony was so eager to make sure I had a good time that he insisted on paying for the Turkish tea I had selected. When I tried to politely decline, he gave me a sad look and said, “Please don’t embarrass me, Heather. I offered.” I humbly accepted.

Tony insisted that I pose for this ridiculous shot. I did because it made him happy!

“Please don’t break my heart”

Remember the “Turkish Delight” guy from the last post? If not, here’s the recap: Turkish men do indeed fall fast.

By week’s end, I’d met plenty of men who tried to flirt with me, most likely in hopes I’d buy something they were selling. On my last full day, I was walking to Gulhane Park (one of my favorite spots), when a man called out to me in a panicked voice. Drivers along the main road of the old city don’t signal when they change lanes and tend to drive quite fast. I’d learned this already, but the man was afraid I was going to walk into traffic without realizing the dangers. He struck up a conversation with me, applauding my street crossing capabilities. He politely asked if he could join me as I walked to the park and promised he was not one of those men who came on to foreign women too fast or hard.

“Have you experienced that yet,” he asked, eyes full of concern.

I told him about Mr. Turkish Delight.

By the time we got to the park, Mr. Polite had fallen for me as well, only he wasn’t as forward as some of the other guys had been. When I realized that I should wrap up the conversation before I accidentally encouraged him to spend the rest of the day by my side, he left me with his email address and kindly said with a bit of sadness in his voice, “Please don’t break my heart.”

Little moments I’ll never forget

– My friend Emin and I were relaxing in Gulhane Park. A little girl with big eyes spoke to us in excited Turkish, unaware that I didn’t understand a word she said. I smiled as I imagined her story, and Emin broke in with occasional chuckles. When he translated, I learned that she had been telling us all about her family and how she was 10 years old but finishing a much higher level of school. She couldn’t have been older than 5

– Turkish ice cream is known for having a really thick consistency. One afternoon one of my Turkish roommates invited me to join him for ice cream and baklava. We chatted for ages and ate every last bite.

– I was between the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia waiting to meet up with Emin when I heard a voice calling out to someone. “Hey Italia! Hey España! Hey…” and so it went on with several countries. Curious who was shouting out, I turned and found a man looking directly at me. “Oh wait, are you American?” HA!

What’s next?

I’ve enjoyed thinking back on my week in Istanbul! Next up? I’ll either revisit the two weeks I spent in Barcelona or my two weeks in Germany.

Several friends have found themselves in Istanbul over the last few months, and reading their posts takes me back to 2008 and the one week I spent in the city. After spending two weeks in Barcelona with Nicole, I ventured to Istanbul for what would become my first true solo trip.

Who is Vito Gomes?

I don’t know who Vito is, but his shuttle bus driver was waiting for him at Istanbul’s Ataturk airport at 2:30am. Vito never came, and neither did my pre-arranged shuttle bus driver, so I would have been more than happy to snag his.

I was silly nervous about flying into a city in the middle of the night alone. Public transport wouldn’t open until 6am, so I had scheduled a shuttle to take me from the airport to the hostel. By the time I found another company willing to take me into the city, I was beyond tired.

The driver was a little confused when we got to the streets of the old city near the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sofia. After driving in circles, he almost decided to drop me off before we found my hostel.

In my frugal traveler ways, I had decided against paying for a room that night. The man at the front desk said I could hang out on the terrace until morning. I curled up on a metal bench that was way too small for me and shivered in the cold night air. It didn’t take long for me to wonder what in the world I was doing in a new place in the middle of the night all alone. Looking back, it’s hard to believe how nervous I felt, but I suppose I hadn’t developed enough confidence in my abilities to navigate solo travel.

Soon enough I found a perfect view of the Blue Mosque from the hostel. I listened to the call of dozens of birds before the call to prayer began sounding from mosques across the city. And I started to fall in love with Istanbul.

Try some Turkish Delight!

By morning I was ready to explore the city with a new friend from Melbourne. We visited the Spice Market before heading to the Grand Bazaar, where one stall owner invited us to have coffee with her as I contemplated purchases. We found scarves to wear when visiting the mosques. A few male stall owners shamelessly chatted us up in hopes of selling some “love tea” or “Turkish Viagra”.

That evening I witnessed first-hand the saying that Turkish men fall hard and fast. I was on my way to find something for dinner when a voice called out to me with travel tips. I allowed the conversation to continue, and before I knew it, we were still talking and having dinner six hours later (following two apple teas and a trip to his family’s carpet business). At every step he assured me he was just introducing me to the city. Once we got to his family’s store front, I knew he just wanted me to buy a carpet. During dinner he shared that it felt like we had known each other forever. He complimented me more than almost any man ever had. He wasn’t shy about asking me to join him for the rest of the night. When I declined, he said I was too closed off. Then with a twinkle in his eye he said, “You should really have some Turkish Delight this week — even if it’s not me.”

“You are not Turkish, but he is Turkish…that is so nice.”

Thanks to HospitalityClub.org, I’d made a couple of Turkish friends online before arriving in Istanbul.

Emin, in the photo above, was an absolute rock star. Whenever he wasn’t busy working, we’d get together for tea, dinner, a walk around the city, or something touristy. One day as we were walking by a lane of restaurants on the water, a tout called out to me, “You are not Turkish, but he is Turkish…that is so nice.” We got an approving look. Ha!

I was also very fortunate to meet Arda on Hospitality Club.

We met in Taksim for raki and hours of conversation. Later, when the cab driver didn’t understand how to get me back to the hostel, Arda translated for us before finding his own taxi.

Later this week — or quite possibly next week knowing me — I’ll share part two of my fantastic week in Istanbul.

In the beginning of 2009 I decided to make long-term travel a reality but kept the secret to myself for a while.

In 2010, this St. Patrick’s day baby celebrated the big 3-0 in Dublin with great friends. And if that wasn’t fun enough, I really took charge of my 30s by quitting my job just a few weeks later so I could live in Australia for a year.

I welcomed 2011 with a clear view of the fireworks over the Sydney Harbour Bridge and got sunburned for the first (and probably only) New Years ever. Following a 2.5 month road trip around Australia, I returned home to the USA in search of a mobile lifestyle, made possible by remote work. By summer’s end, I’d met the man who would soon become my boyfriend, and a flexible work schedule gave us plenty of time to email, talk on the phone, tweet, and Skype.

Now the first week of 2012 has come and gone. And I wonder what will happen in the next 12 months to make this year another “daydream believer” type of year.

The year’s already off to a wonderful start. I spent the last 10 days with my boyfriend, who traveled across the pond for the third time since we met. We celebrated his birthday, spent hours in the kitchen cooking and baking, checked out a college basketball game, visited Richmond and northern Virginia, and spent New Years together.

What are my hopes for the rest of the year?

Regain passion for travel

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I no longer want to travel. But for the last few months, the travel bug has been dormant. The itch to research a new trip and make plans hasn’t been there. I still want to embark on an lengthy American road trip. Spend months in India. And SE Asia. And revisit Oz. But for now, I’m happy at home (central Virginia) — I just hope the desire to hit the road returns before too long.

I want to see more sunrises and sunsets around the world

Identify and develop 1-2 (sustainable) sources of remote income

I’m fortunate to have a part-time job that offers enough money to pay the bills and enough time to look into freelance and remote work…I just need to do a better job of taking advantage of my “free” time. I already dedicate a few hours each month to remote work, including resume and cover letters reviews and writing articles for HerPackingList.com. This year my goal is to source additional opportunities and move forward with the desire to have a mobile work lifestyle.

Continue exploring interest in cooking and baking

Thanks to my food adventures in Oz, recipe blogs, Pinterest, Foodgawker, and an interest in gluten and dairy free eating, I cooked more in 2011 than I have in my entire life. I have a wish list of dishes I want to make that’s a mile long, and the only thing holding me back from tackling them all is my part-time income. In addition to ingredients for fun recipes, I want to invest in some kitchen tools — several good quality knives and a kitchen torch top the list.

Maple bacon cupcakes with “sunny side up egg” frosting

Learn more about photography and become comfortable operating my camera on Manual

When I invested in a D-SLR before heading to Australia, I knew I eventually wanted to operate it in Manual. Two years later, I’m still avoiding the M setting and wondering why in the world I haven’t made time to practice! I’ve subscribed to a few photography blogs and received a few food photography books for Christmas. By the end of 2012, I want to move away from aperture priority as my go-to setting and feel comfortable and, dare I say it, confident snapping in Manual.

Peach cake from shop in London

Here’s to a new year

Of course in addition to the hopes above, I want to enjoy time with family and friends, live a healthy lifestyle, and see my boyfriend whenever possible.

What’s on your wish list for 2012? Did you create New Year resolutions, challenge yourself to read a certain number of books by year’s end, or take on a physical challenge like a marathon? I didn’t (me run more than 2-3 miles?! surely you jest!), but maybe someone’s kick butt challenge may encourage me to take on another 2012 goal

Featured image via Flickr creative commons

One year ago I wrote about how much I missed being at home for the holidays. I was glad to be in Australia, of course, but I wished that I could be in two places at once.

Angel in the front yard

Today I’m home and so thankful to celebrate with my family in a town that’s been home since 1996. Our traditions are in full swing and since performing in the church Christmas play (more on that later), I’ve been in the Christmas spirit.

2 feet of snow 2 years ago

Over the next two weeks I am going to spend time with family, friends, and my boyfriend (who flies in from Heathrow on Monday!), and feel so fortunate for all the time I have to simply be and relax with some of my favorite people.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and happy holidays to all, wherever in the world you may be! If I don’t post in the next week, I’ll see you in the new year.

Lots of love,
Heather

A: Age you made your first international trip

Many of my fellow travelers caught the bug early, but I didn’t even consider going overseas until I graduated from college. At 23, I found a great deal on a 7-day, 6-night trip to Ireland — airfare, B&Bs, and rental car included — and booked it. No wonder the deal was so cheap…it was November and cold, wet, and dark by 4pm. But I loved that trip and was in awe of everything I saw and everyone I encountered.

B: Best (foreign) beer you’ve had and where

I’m not a huge beer fan — blame on it on the gluten? — but I do enjoy the occasional microbrew at home. On the road? I’ve only tried a few beers overseas, and my favorite was Boags Premium, a Tasmanian brew. As my experience is quite limited, I am sure there are loads of better beers.

C: Cuisine (Favorite)

This is a tough one. It should be no surprise that I love eating and trying new food. Thai in Australia was so much better than Thai I’d had at home…no Thai I’ve had in the last seven months compares to what I ate last year. And the cafe culture in Oz (while not a cuisine in and of itself) is so different to anything I’ve seen at home. It was usually well executed with loads of flavor and freshness and the sort of food I’d want to eat every day.

Coconut bread with lemon curd, mango, and rhubarb

D: Destinations. Favorite. Least Favorite. Why.

Many places have captured my heart over the years, but Australia has become, without question, my favorite destination. The 3-week trip in 2006 sparked my desire to spend more time there, and in 2010 I quit my job so I could live, travel, and work in Oz for a year. I felt homesick for Australia before I ever flew home, and for two solid months after I was back on American soil, I woke up every morning wishing I was half a world away.

Least favorite? *wrinkles nose* That’s hard to say.

I liked many things about Barcelona, but of all the places I’ve visited, I struggled the most to connect with the city. Little things went wrong throughout my time there, and I didn’t feel an instant connection with the city like I have with Berlin and Australia in general.

E: Event you experienced that made you say ‘Wow’

This is less of an event than a moment…

I arrived in Istanbul by myself at 2am to a nearly empty airport. When my pre-arranged transportation failed to arrive, I paid way too much to get from the airport to my hostel. Once at the hostel, I learned that a room would not be ready for me until later in the day. I made my way to the outdoor patio on the top floor and curled up on a small bench, legs hanging off of one end. I was tired, cold, lonely, and wondering why in the world I had decided to venture to Istanbul solo.

I looked around at the buildings surrounding the hostel, and there, on one side and incredibly close, was the Blue Mosque. Lights shone on the minarets and I could see dozens of birds flying around the tops. Soon, the call to prayer sounded loudly around the city. And from the roof top of my hostel, I started falling for Istanbul and was glad I had ventured to the beautiful city.

F: Favorite mode of transportation

I need airplanes to get to most destinations and am thankful for them, but after the 2-month Oz road trip, I’m quite partial to cars/vans. I can pull over and take breaks when I want, see areas of a destination I would have missed on foot or via public transport, and enjoy beautiful skies and the feel of the open road.

The beloved Paul Heinz

G: Greatest feeling while travelling

There’s a freedom, energy, and confidence I feel when I travel that I don’t feel anywhere else. I wish I could bottle that feeling and release it when needed, but I guess that’s what makes travel special — it does something for me that nothing else can. Travel makes me feel like one of the best versions of myself.

H: Hottest place I’ve travelled to

My dad’s company once took us on a business trip to Las Vegas. In the summer. It was well over 100 one day (114), but sometimes my humid hometown in central Virginia feels hotter.

I: Incredible service you’ve experienced and where

Disney aims to make dreams come true and delight every single guest. I’ve been to Disney World in Florida several times, both on family or business trips, and the staff at the hotel, park, and dining areas all go above and beyond to take care of you.

J: Journey that took you the longest

In 2006, I traveled from Sydney to Washington, DC with a layover at LAX. In Los Angeles, I learned that my connecting flight had been canceled. After standing in line for hours with fellow stranded
passengers, I was finally rerouted home — after a stop in Colorado.

K: Keepsake from your travels

Photos and blog posts are the main keepsakes from my travels, helping me to revisit special moments, people, and places. I cannot think of an item that ranks as a notable keepsake, but I do value the friendships I have made on the road that have lasted since our first meeting — especially my great group of friends in London.

L: Let down sight. Why and where?

Las Vegas looks cool at night, and during the day I enjoyed the natural beauty of the landscape past the Strip. But look down at the sidewalks, and you’ll see dirty walkways, littered with fliers for
strip clubs and shows. The Strip has its charm on the first visit, but on my second I was ready to go home hours before my return flight.

M: Moment where you fell in love with travel

I started falling in love with travel before I ever set foot out of the country. I don’t recall the moment, but shortly after graduating from college a light switch was turned from off to on and I wanted
to see the world. On my first trip overseas, I found myself driving around Ireland with my dad. The couples who ran the B&Bs were so welcoming and friendly, and we enjoyed long conversations with them. Their hospitality and the fun I had meeting new people helped me fall in love with travel.

N: Nicest hotel you’ve stayed in

I haven’t stayed in many hotels, but thanks to one of my dad’s business trips, I stayed at the Atlantis on Paradise Island in the Bahamas.

O: Obsession. What are you obsessed with taking pictures of while traveling?

Food and clouds.

P: Passport stamps. How many and from where?

At the moment, none! Two weeks ago I received a new passport. With the previous one, I had 35 from Canada, Ireland, Australia, Germany, Turkey, Spain, England, and of course, the USA.

Q: Quirkiest attraction you’ve visited and where

I can only think of the quirky things that many of my traveling friends have done that I’ve read about. Anything potentially quirky I’ve seen fails in comparison! American Nicole, can you think of something obvious I’m missing?!

R: Recommended sight, event, or experience

If you’re traveling in Australia, do yourself a favor and embark on a road trip. While the 2-month trip had its challenges, it was one of the best things I’ve ever done.

S: Splurge. Something you have no problem forking over for while traveling

Good food. I’ll walk all day and select a budget hostel if that means I can eat well.

T: Touristy thing you’ve done

I kissed the Blarney Stone in Ireland.

U: Unforgettable travel memory

My last day in Australia in 2006 was one of the most powerful days of travel I’ve ever had. I had fallen in love with Australia, Sydney in particular, and didn’t want to go home. I spent the day soaking up the sights and spending time with friends from the hostel. That evening, a new friend picked me up in the pouring rain and took me to dinner. Afterward, we watched The Wizard of Oz at the Opera House and listened to the symphony place the score live. Following the show, we spent hours talking at a nearby pub before he finally returned me to the hostel. At the pub, I shared my desire to travel long-term, and he assured me that if I wanted to make it happen, it would happen. I went to bed that night feeling blessed for the experiences of the previous three weeks and thankful to end the trip with such a fun evening.

V: Visas. How many of them and for where.

Three. One for Turkey and purchased at the airport, and two for Australia, both electronic — one 3-month tourist visa in 2006 and the 12-month Work & Holiday Visa.

W: Wine, best glass while traveling and where.

Nicole and I had a great glass of sangria in Barcelona. And I found a wine I really enjoyed at Murdering Point Winery in Australia.

X: eXcellent view and from where

When Allison and Jonathan asked if I’d like to join them on a cruise up the Bosphorus, I immediately said yes. I had wanted to go but didn’t want to go alone.

A few hours (and one steep hike) later, we were rewarded with a beautiful view of the Strait and the Black Sea.

This photo does NOT do the view justice

Y: Years spent traveling

I started traveling in the USA at a young age, but my first trip overseas was just eight years ago.

Z: Zealous sports fans and where

As a rule, Aussies love sports. In my first week in the country, the guy that would eventually become my flat mate said, “You love travel AND sport — and you actually get it. Guys are gonna like you.”

AFL rules Victoria, and while I love Aussie Rules, the crowds at the State of Origin rugby league games were the most zealous. You’re either a massive Blues fan or a passionate Maroons supporter.

American Nicole, I know you’re currently in Queensland, but when you get back to Sydney, TAG, you’re it!

Featured image via creative commons

But let’s be honest. The mission isn’t the same without Zumbo macarons. And how in the world am I going to get Zumbo macarons when I live half a world away?!

Last year’s Macaron Day haul

A couple of months ago I wrote a letter to Adriano Zumbo, expressing my love for his bite-sized morsels of joy, sweetly asking for a sponsored trip for Macaron Day 2011. Cheeky, yes, and while I was hopeful, I knew it wasn’t likely.

Being interviewed for the SBS documentary on Zumbo in 2010

A couple of weeks after publishing the post, I received an email that made my day! My dear friend Nicole had contacted Zumbo to tell him about my mission and the post. A Zumbo rep then contacted me to say that while they couldn’t bring me to Macaron Day, they could bring Macaron Day to me! A box of delectable, Zumbo + company made macarons would travel across the Pacific and continential US to my doorstep. It doesn’t get much better than this, people.

But wait, MAYBE IT DOES! A few weeks ago, my pal Kristin tweeted me with exciting news. Zumbo was signing his new book in Brisbane, and she wondered if I wanted a signed copy. Um, YES PLEASE.

Kristin snapped a photo of Zumbo signing my book

But wait, it gets BETTER. As Kristin’s chatting with Zumbo, she tells him about my mission. His reply? “Oh I know her! We’re sending her macarons for Macaron Day!”

And send them he did.

I signed for the package in delight and was SHOCKED to see 2 trays of macarons in the package. 70. ZUMBO. MACARONS.

I ran upstairs to grab my camera and then photographed the macarons outside before I lost natural light. So many colors, so many flavors…how would I know which was which?! It’s a nice problem to have, I assure you.

Like last year, Zumbo provided customers with a menu of the 60+ flavors. I cut a third of a macaron, let it melt in my mouth, and consulted the list. Then I repeated this multiple times. For the last two days. Then I decided to pop the rest in the freezer so I don’t eat them all in one week. Don’t worry, I shared a few too.

I wasn’t able to identify all of the flavors I sampled, but I know for a fact that I tasted:

Rose, passionfruit, peanut caramel (yum!), cinnamon doughnut, milo, fig and honey, mandarin and tonka, banana, chocolate banana, coffee (my favorite), hazelnut, and raspberry.

In the freezer, among many others, are coconut and pandan, peanut butter and jelly, and peach tea.

I didn’t identify all of them by taste alone! Thanks to several bloggers, I had a few captioned photos to guide me. Oh yeah, and thanks to bloggers, I know that the day is no longer called Macaron Day but Zumboron Day.

Thank you to everyone who has supported my macaron mission, especially those who commented on the “letter to Zumbo” and sent Zumbo the blog post through email, Facebook, or Twitter. And of course, Adriano and Alex, thanks heaps!

Me and Shel

Dear mom and dad, thank you

My parents have always been willing to take me to the airport and pick me up upon my return. I’m especially grateful for their efforts since I often fly out of an airport that is two hours away. Though I’ve only asked them to make the 4-hour round trip once or twice, I’m most thankful that they took me to the airport the day I flew to Australia. I was nervous and excited and terrified, and they were happy for me but sad to see me go. When we were within 30 minutes of the airport, chatter nearly ceased, each of us holding in tears. Once I was checked in, I gave them a quick hug and “I love you!” before making a dash toward security. I knew if I turned around for one final goodbye I’d be a sobbing mess!

Thank you to my friends in England

Kev’s the reason I have a great group of friends in London!

Though I’m comfortable navigating the London Underground and traveling from Heathrow to various destinations unassisted, one (or more!) of my friends is always there to greet me at arrivals — always with a coffee, smile, and hugs. One time there was even a sign with my name on it, which I still have on my bedroom wall! Friends with cars have picked me up or dropped me off, and my boyfriend has already volunteered to arrive bright and early to greet me on the next visit. With friends in other areas of the UK, I’m hoping that Julia would be willing to find parking at Manchester airport if I wanted to pop over for a visit and needed a ride. That’s okay, right Julia?!

Thankful for first meetings at airports

When I first ventured to Australia in 2006, a contact in Brisbane greeted me at the airport, complete with a sign and a friendly welcome. We’d never met in person, but thanks to a mutual professional connection, he had offered to show me around the city and help plan part of my stay. His kindness to a new traveler has never been forgotten.

I also met my friend Gunther for the first time when I arrived in Germany for a two-week trip. Like with Kev from London, I had known Gunther online through his blog for nearly two years before we finally met in person. He met me at the airport, drove us to his apartment, and for the next two weeks we traveled around the country together. Thanks to his planning, our train tickets were booked well in advance, and our transportation days were absolutely effortless.

From the top of the Siegessäule in Berlin

Thankful for friends who help at home

While I’ve relied on my parents from time to time, several friends who live near DC are the ones that most often get me to and from Dulles. I drive to their homes, leaving my car in their care, and they take the time of out their busy schedules to help me embark on my next adventure. When my feet are once again on American soil, they’re only a quick phone call away. Dan, Rachel, and Alicia — THANK YOU!

Always thankful for friends and family

I could drive myself to the airport, park in long-term parking, and pay the fee upon my return. Obviously having help on either end of the flight saves time and money, and I’m grateful for the sacrifices people have made to help make my travels a little easier. And, just knowing that there will be a smiling face waiting to greet me after hours in the air is a gift.

I probably don’t tell the people above that I appreciate them often enough. Whether it has to do with helping me on transportation days or simply, and more importantly, being a part of my life, thank you.

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Several years ago I picked up a copy of Colleen Kinder’s Delaying the Real World out of personal interest and to help me better help my college-aged advisees who wanted a gap year in the US or overseas. When I read the quote above, I realized that I would never become a career breaker if I didn’t take a risk and leap into the unknown. As a natural planner, I was going to have to be okay with more ambiguity than ever before if I was going to quit my job at 30 and live in Australia for a year.

When I returned to the US this summer, one of my former colleagues asked if I would be willing to serve on an “International Careers” panel. I immediately said yes. I had helped dozens of students interested in international experiences in my four years as a career counselor, and speaking to students at my alma mater would be another small way to give back to the university. I wasn’t sure who the other panelists would be but hoped that something I would say would encourage or inspire at least one student.

Two weeks ago I spoke about my experiences as a career breaker who ventured overseas to a room of 75 or so students. It turns out that the other panelists were people who truly had international careers, working for the government or an international organization. I felt a little out of place with the caliber of my fellow speakers, but my career counseling colleagues assured me that my experience was one students needed to hear.

No matter how often I speak in front of a group of people, I will always get nervous. While the moderator introduced us, my heart was pounding to the point that I thought surely someone in the audience had to notice.

I was introduced as a “freelance career counselor” — when my colleague suggested the title, I thought it was a bit of a stretch. With a little thought, however, I realized it was kind of true. Since returning from Oz, I’ve been paid for my career counseling skills through four very different projects.

What was my most valuable contribution on the panel? It turns out that the thing I was worried about most (not being a good fit as someone with an “international career”) was no problem at all. My story was proof that even if you’re not interested in or ready to pursue an international path after graduation, you can and will when you’re ready and it becomes a priority.

After the panel, I spoke with several students individually. One was a former advisee and we caught up on his latest adventures and projects — he’s a dreamer and talented and I can’t wait to see where life takes him. A couple of students followed who eagerly asked questions and were shocked to learn I didn’t have a job or flat lined up before arriving in Oz. With wide eyes, one exclaimed, “That would be so scary to just go with no guarantee!” It took me a moment to realize she was right. Not knowing where I’d live, where I’d work, or where I’d go was overwhelming at times, but the entire experience was worth every moment of uncertainly. After a while, you become more comfortable with ambiguity and the unknown. One day I found that NOT knowing what would come next was actually kind of nice because it allowed me to be open, flexible, and free.

Seven months after returning from Australia, I still have only vague ideas of what comes next work and lifestyle wise. The uncertainty drives me bananas some days, but I’m also trusting that small ideas are coming together and will slowly begin to piece themselves together to form a clearer picture. As a career breaker, this is what I asked for, and though I’m wrestling with uncertainty just like many of the students I spoke to, I wouldn’t have it any other way.