My First Week in Paris

It was a cold, rainy, Autumn day when I arrived in Paris on October 15th, 2015. And it was absolutely perfect.  The clouds broke through as we descended on the outskirts of Paris and I was tense with anticipation from the long journey from New York through Iceland onward to France.  We landed at Charles de Gaulle airport and I nervously gathered my things as I prepared to step off the plane.  I was quickly greeted with the “Bienvenue en France” sign and the sound of French automated instructions over the loud speakers at the baggage claim area. I waited for my ride near the exit, looking for a kind gentleman by the name of Richard who was on staff with the organization I was set to volunteer with for a few weeks.  He found me in the airport and helped me with my 2 suitcases and 1 huge backpack, my whole life in 3 pieces of luggage.

We drove quite a ways to reach the village of Ozoir la Ferrière which is about 45 minutes from the center of Paris by train on the RER.  I enjoyed the scenery on that rainy day heading through the ancient French towns and admiring the architecture and small European vehicles and all the French signs.  It was like I woke up in a dream that day.  My host family was a British/American couple on staff with Agape France who had been in France for over 30 years.  Their little farmhouse cottage was located in the next village over, Liverdy-en-Brie, which was quaint and cozy, and just a minute walk to the town bakery which was literally the only boulangerie in this beautiful village surrounded by fields and flowers.  My favorite part of this village was what stood in the center. A century-old stone cathedral, poised with wisdom and grace in its old age, standing strong on the same foundation built so long ago.

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The first day was spent acclimating to the new time zone, 7 hours ahead of my hometown in Tennessee. After much needed rest time, I joined my hosts for church the next day and their daily activities.  My first day volunteering in the office, I met the Agape France staff at the Office Headquarters. This is where I would be volunteering for the next 2 to 3 weeks.  The staff team was so friendly and welcoming and I was able to help with several administrative duties while I was there to do my volunteer work-exchange.  My host family was so sweet and accommodating and also helpful with tips on local travel and how to get around Paris.

By Day 3, I was prepared to head to Paris. I remembered my French class in college where my instructor made us learn navigation skills through the Paris metro and asking for directions.  Little did I know that 5 years later it would become necessary to navigate the huge Parisian train system myself!  It made me very aware and thankful for the little moments of synchronicity along my journey in the past which prepared me for the future.

On Saturday, October 17th, 2015 — I took my first venture into the city.  I took the RER train into the city all the way to the exit “Charles de Gaulle Étoile” where the famous L’Arc de Triomphe stands.  I anxiously stepped off the train, ascended the stairs and when I turned around, there it was.  The grand, monumental arch with 12 streets stemming from this one roundabout.  Busy traffic buzzing by as pedestrians stand underneath this giant monument.  I gasped with excitement as I took my first video and picture in the city.  I could see the top of the Eiffel Tower peeking over the city buildings from this location. I couldn’t believe I was finally here in this city I had dreamed of exploring for so many years.  My senses were fully alive to the sights and sounds around me.

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From the L’Arc de Triomphe, I headed straight down the Champs-Élysées with my end destination being the Louvre Palace and Museum.  I walked cheerfully past prominent stores like Montblanc and Louis Vuitton, Cartier and more.  A man walking next to me hurriedly, obviously en route to somewhere, quickly asked me, “Excusez-moi, mademoiselle. Avez-vous l’heure?”  I smiled at him and a bit shocked that he so naturally spoke to me in French, apparently not knowing that I wasn’t a local.  I responded, “Oui! Oui, bien sûr (nervously, he was very handsome), “Il est neuf heures trente-quatre.”  I remembered the time exactly that morning because that moment was my first time speaking to a Parisian.  The young man thanked me with a, “Merci!  Bonne journée!”  (Thank you!  Have a great day!)

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I arrived at a restaurant minutes later and feasted on my first Parisian breakfast that morning.  Croissants, jam, eggs, toast, fruit, coffee, and orange juice.  It was perfect.  I walked straight towards the Louvre after breakfast, passing monuments along the way and eventually arriving at the Les Jardins des Tuileries (The Tuileries Gardens approaching the Louvre Museum and Palace).  It was slightly raining, people leisurely sitting around the fountain in bistro chairs, umbrellas in hand, a sweet couple conversing.  The unstaged scene, yet picture-perfect; people enjoying the day fully.  It was real life and it was stunningly beautiful and romantic.  If there is such a thing as a perfect day, this was it.  I think the quintessence of life is made up of imperfectly perfect moments. Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year…”   And with that notion, indeed, that day was the best day, a perfect day, and a day I will never forget… the day I first saw Paris with my own eyes.

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My total of three weeks in Paris I spent wandering around the massive city, full of its own smaller districts, exploring and getting lost on purpose, wandering into cafés and restaurants, eating the most delicious food, meeting locals, drinking coffee and wine, smelling the cigarettes as I passed by the outdoor terrasses, and seeing all the sights I could.  It rained a lot in Autumn and I didn’t mind one bit. I found my favorite cafes and spots including Le Maraïs district with my favorite coffee shop Le Peleton Café.  I made friends there quickly and helped write a display on their store front window since they had just opened weeks prior.  I discovered my favorite restaurant near Pont Neuf, Ma Salle a Mangé, with the best Boeuf Bourgogne and Crème Brulée I had ever tasted.

I visited the Montmartre district and the Sacre-Coeur which was one of my favorite locations in the city.  One of my last days in Paris, I climbed the 300 stairs up and back down to get one of the best views of the city with La Tour Eiffel.  I posted on Facebook that day, November 1st, 2015:

If you want an amazing view of the city of Paris–it’s worth it to go to the top of the dome of the Sacré-Cœur. It’s cheaper (6€) and the view is one of the best in the city! I teared up because as I was climbing the 300 stairs of the dome I could hear the echo of the choir inside the Sacré-Cœur as they’re having mass. It was so beautiful I teared up. It was heavenly! What an amazing day in the city before heading to Lyon tomorrow. I’m grateful every day for this journey. Every moment and every blessing is counted. The challenges, the gifts, the joy– all of it is a gift. All of it is part of the adventure. The adventure of being alive and living every day to the fullest where ever you are in the world! ‪#‎joy‬ ‪#‎paris‬

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Connected Points on the Map: My Journey Around the World

These wildflowers have a story………..

Back in August 2015, right before I headed to California for a 2 week vacation to visit long-time friends, I had a wild dream…..

I dreamed that I hiked up this mountain and came out to a giant cliff overlooking a beautiful mountain valley.  Across from me was a garden in the valley, being dug up and prepped for new growth and new plants, it was completely empty (so I thought), but I realized that something was being planted.  I couldn’t see the seeds beneath the soil, but they were definitely there!  There were other people on the cliff with me and I turned around, and someone had a bouquet of wildflowers.  As they handed me this GIANT bouquet so vibrant in color, the person said to me, “Something new is happening.  Something new is about to begin.”  As I accepted these wildflowers, I was so overwhelmed with emotion and I started crying tears of joy.

I woke up that morning from the dream with actual tears of joy in my eyes.  It was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had from a dream!  I knew intuitively what this meant for me. All the soul work I had been doing the previous year, the personal growth, seeds being planted, all of it.  I took this dream as a message from the universe and I wrote it down, and I’ve never forgotten it!

A few days later, I left on a flight to California to spend an incredible 2 weeks there with my friends in the LA area.  I also visited a friend in San Diego for a few days. One morning I was at a French cafe there in downtown San Diego called Cafe Chloe…..it was raining….and I remember this feeling of almost like I was in a different world…..like I was in France.  I was eating breakfast and sipping my coffee…..and I just got this feeling like… this is the time…..the time to go to France….

Now at that time, I had been dreaming and planning of going to France over the past year since the summer before — slowly and surely making steps in that direction.  I had moved and downsized at this point from my one bedroom apartment in Franklin, TN and had moved into a studio apartment a couple of miles down the road.  I had sold many of my belongings and was planning to be there in Franklin for maybe 6 months to 1 year….thinking, when will I have the time to go to France?  I had just accepted an offer at the Opryland Hotel which I did not feel peace about, but nonetheless, I thought it was the most “sensible” next step, at least from the societal norm.

While still in California, two days before heading back to Tennessee, I got a phone call from the HR department at the hotel and they informed me that they would have to push back my orientation 2 more weeks (I was supposed to start at the end of the month) and they asked me if that was ok.  I remember knowing intuitively in that moment…..this is happening for a reason.  The time has come. I’m supposed to go to France….like now!!

Sometimes we wait for the perfect time or the “right” time to do something, to reach a goal, to make something happen, to put action behind our ideas and dreams. But if we truly open our eyes and see the signs and the opportunities and timing in front of us…..if we truly follow our intuition….we end up exactly where we need to be.

I returned from California and one week later I booked a flight to Paris through IcelandAir.  My flight would leave 2 months from that point. That gave me enough time to finish selling the rest of my belongings, my car, everything.  To build the rest of my travel fund, to get prepared, and arrange all of my plans and accommodation.  I actually had made a vision board in the beginning of 2015 that listed all of my vision for the year, and Europe was the main theme on that vision board, plus stepping out of bounds, chasing my dreams, running to the roar and to my calling and much more 🙂

So in October 2015, I headed to Europe!  Luckily,  the previous summer, I had been a French translator for Agape France and Cru Highschool for 2 weeks on the French Caribbean island of Guadeloupe.  I made many new friends there and ultimately my trip to Guadeloupe had connected me to the organization headquartered in Paris.  One of my French friends in Guadeloupe, Kirsti, connected me to her friend, Manon, in Lyon, France who offered to host me for a time!  Kirsti told me I had to visit Lyon and that I would love it.

It was incredible!  The timing, the opportunities, the connections — all of it fell into place. I trusted my intuition and my network and I truly was starting to see that the Universe indeed does have our back.  If we trust ourselves and our intuition, the Universe will provide the rest.  I arranged a work exchange with the organization in Paris and the staff agreed to host me in exchange for administrative work as a volunteer. So I spent 3 weeks in Paris, 2.5 months in Lyon, traveled around the eastern part of France and the French Alps, to various towns and regions.  I spent a week in Switzerland and visited the village where my family is from near Zurich.  And I spent a week in Iceland on the way back to the States through my “Stop-Over” through Iceland Air.

So Iceland……an incredibly beautiful and majestic country.  My week there was filled with lots of fresh food, Arctic fish, fresh snow (and I mean a LOT of snow), tours of one of the national parks, geysirs, waterfalls, geothermal hot pools, and the Northern Lights!

One evening I decided to try out a restaurant in Reykjavik that locals had told me about called Sægreifinn (The Sea Baron) which apparently had amazing lobster soup for a very affordable price. The Icelandic Krona was very expensive compared with the American dollar, so I was looking to watch my food budget for sure!  I walked in and ordered the famous lobster soup which came with fresh bread and butter, and I ordered an Icelandic beer, and sat down and ate to my heart’s content!  Let me tell you…..this was one of the best meals I have ever had!!  Absolutely delicious. Especially on a cold, Arctic winter night!

I was the only person in the restaurant at the time, and then a few moments later, this tall, dark, handsome guy walks in with long, dark, curly hair wearing a Canadian beanie. He ordered the same exact thing, minus the beer, and sat down and started eating. As the only other 2 people in the restaurant and traveling solo that night, we of course started chatting 🙂  We soon discovered we both were traveling alone and that his name was Sander.  He was a travel photographer and environmental photo journalist capturing the scenery in Iceland, and this was his third time there!  He had been in Iceland for a few months and was waiting out the stormy season in his current home on the west coast of Canada.   We were definitely kindred spirits and had such a great connection that we exchanged contact info and agreed to meet up to go to the geothermal hot tub together which we both had been wanting to do!

So the next evening, we met up and shared more stories while relaxing with the Icelandic locals in the naturally heated geothermal hot tub in Iceland’s capital city of Reykjavik.  It was so surreal, this experience.  It is one of the many reasons I love traveling alone.  Not only does it take courage, but it also opens up so many experiences that you wouldn’t necessarily get if you were with a group.  I’m grateful to have met so many incredible people around the world during my travels.

After hours of sharing stories of our travels and wilderness experiences and epic adventures, we headed to Sægreifinn (The Sea Baron) again for dinner.  Then, onward to a cafe for coffee and dessert.  I remember hugging Sander goodbye that last night in Iceland as we talked about how the Universe points us in the right direction through all the connections and synchronicities and points on our map.  It was incredible to meet such a like-minded soul and his story really touched me. We agreed to stay in touch and to write each other.  We gave each other the warmest hug and I waved goodbye on that cold, Arctic winter night as my bus arrived to take me back to my AirBNB.

A few days later, I arrived home back in the States, spending one night in New York City before my flight out to Nashville the next day.  Arriving back home was definitely a reverse culture shock experience, after being immersed in French/European culture for 3 straight months.  I was thinking in French, slipping French words, stumbling to find the English words that I innately knew.  It was hilarious!  After studying and speaking French since I was 14 and being mostly fluent the past few years, I knew at that point, upon returning from France and this full immersion experience, that I had mastered the language.

The following 2 months back in the States were were filled with job applications, figuring out my next steps, and getting my bearings again after this incredible experience in Europe.  I had kept in touch with my new German/Indian friend, Sander, who had been living on Canada’s west coast for some 8 years now.  So he was basically Canadian.  But really, he was a global citizen, and I too felt like a global citizen. We don’t have to call one country home necessarily if we desire to explore and travel and choose a different way of life. He and I talked frequently during those 2 months; about our plans and both seeking direction for the right next steps on our path.  We talked about life, family, goals & dreams, what we wanted next, all of it.

At that time, I had reconnected with my mentor of 2 years and we talked about my direction and plans.  She had spent some time on Vancouver Island in Victoria, B.C. and had told me about her experience there a few years back.  She told me she kept thinking of me when it came to that location and asked if I had checked it out, since they speak French in Canada, and the Pacific Northwest is filled with forest, and ocean, and all kinds of outdoor adventure which I loved so much.  Ironically, she had NO idea about the friend I had just met who was my only contact in that area.  She encouraged me to check out the area and see if it felt like a good fit.

I looked more into it and started looking at jobs and opportunities in that area of British Columbia on Vancouver Island.  I couldn’t believe it!  It seemed perfect. French speaking jobs, outdoor adventure jobs, and so much more!  So I applied for several jobs, booked a vision trip for just a few days, and then contacted my friend Andrew in Seattle and he offered to host me for 2 days en route to Canada!  I was so grateful and excited about this next step. It felt so right.

I booked my flight to Seattle, then a ferry boat to Victoria, B.C. and from there had several stops along the way to follow up on my job applications in person and set up interviews as well.  One of the places I planned to look at was Tofino, B.C., where my friend Sander was living on one of the surrounding islands in the inlet there.  He and I both shared an adventurous and unique spirit, and I had a feeling that I would see him again, but I had no set plans to see him since he was in the remote wilderness there.  I had no idea if he would even be available while I was there, but I had a feeling that our paths might cross again one day, and that our meeting and connection in Iceland happened for a reason!  It connected me to this new place that, upon arriving, was evident that it was my next step and home for a season.

I can’t even explain to you the connection I felt with this place on the globe.  The wilderness, the people, the environment–everything.  I decided I would accept the challenge and stay in this place longer than I had anticipated, and accept all that it would have for me and for however long that was supposed to be.

So each week after I arrived I was trusting for my next steps to come.  I made connections all over the place and was able to meet up with Sander after 2-3 weeks there which was so awesome to reconnect.  We spent so much time together — dining, drinking tea, cooking, bike rides to the beach, and chatting about life, the universe, and our paths.

I met some wonderful locals, including a beautiful soul named Deanna Lankin who was a local artist.  Her artwork was amazing and we got to chatting one day when I went into the shop.  We talked about trusting the universe and ourselves and that the next step would come.  She painted me a little ceramic piece with the word “trust” in gold, “Because trust is gold,” she said.  🙂 And it was perfect!  I held onto that for sure.

I found many like-minded people living in this beautiful spot on the globe.  People from all walks of life, from all over the world, all there for the same reasons — to live life freely, close to nature, to soak in the raw beauty and power of the environment, and all while in great community.

So after 1 month in — I was finally living in a float house on an island close to town.  The way that came about was so full of synchronicity too!  After weeks of searching for housing, I needed some alone time to think and refuel.  So I biked to my favorite beach that day and happened to look over at this island on the way there and I saw several houses.  One house particularly caught my eye and I thought to myself, “ok, if I could live there on that island, I totally would!”  I didn’t know how people lived out there or how it worked, but I figured I have plenty of outdoor adventure/leadership experience, I could make it work.  I’ve been paddling and adventuring in the outdoors for most of my life. But I had no idea if those houses were even available or how to get in touch with anyone living on the island.

Two hours later, I’m at my favorite beach, sitting in one of my favorite spots where I go for “me time” and meditate.  All of a sudden, out of no where, one of the locals who runs the water taxi, Annie, comes out to greet me with her dogs from the woods behind me! We chatted for a few minutes and she sat down next to me — she asked if I had found a place to stay yet.  I told her not yet, that I was still living at the hostel temporarily.  She told me that her neighbors were looking to fill their 3-bedroom float home, and if I could find roommates, and kayak and paddle over, that it could possibly work.  (I hadn’t yet made the connection to where this float home was located 😉 ) She gave me the owners’ contact info and I reached out to them that evening. The funny thing?  It was the exact same house that I had looked at 2 hours earlier while biking to the beach.  Yeah, I can’t make this stuff up.

So the next few weeks were filled with finding roommates and figuring out a plan, picking up the owners’ kayak they lent me, and going to check out the place in person. It was perfect. It took a while to find roommates who were willing to commit to the lifestyle–paddling to and from home every day, hauling in propane for cooking and hot water, limited showers and water at times, but electricity most of the time. Plus, the weather could get stormy…. and the tidal swell comes in…. and with full moons the tide would be quite strong….and the waves could be high……  For me, it was PERFECT.  I live for this stuff!

About a month and a half after moving in and living by myself, and cleaning up the place after it had been vacant for almost a year, I finally found 2 roommates to move in around June 1st!  The owners offered me a position to be the property manager and tenant of the house — to manage the rental property, create the lease agreements, manage everything and take care of the house and logistics. In exchange, the owners compensated me through my rent each month, so I only had to pay a tiny portion.  It was an incredible deal.  My rent exchanged in American dollars made it very, very affordable and honestly I couldn’t have asked for a better setup.  Especially for living on this amazing tiny house on the sea!

I found a rowboat, I used the kayak they provided, and me and my roomies made it work. The Universe truly showed up with more and more opportunities, one by one, as I envisioned what I wanted and needed for my journey.  The power of our vision….and thoughts….truly they impact our reality.

I ended up building a life there, making new friends and building community, and it ended up being 6-7 months! It was epic. After living at the hostel for 1 month, I finally found housing against all odds. (since there’s a housing shortage there). I found consistent freelance/contract work opportunities and an organization who could sponsor me, and I found sustenance. And even better, I found some amazing people I now call dear friends. ❤

I had built a great community and found some good friends through one of my favorite spots, the Tofino Botanical Gardens.  I knew that I would have to leave at the end of my visa and then come back if the opportunity came about, but I was committed to making this entire season count and be fully present while I was there.

Spring and Summer were filled with hikes through the rain forest, climbing mountains, runs on the beach, hikes and trips with friends, enjoying the beach and the waves with these beautiful people, eating amazing food, sunset beach dinners with some of my favorite friends, paddling under full moons and the stars, summer solstice parties, summer storms, and embracing life on the sea.  I also experienced wildlife encounters of all kinds…whales, otters, sea lions, harbor seals, harbor porpoises, jellyfish, bioluminesence, sea stars, bald eagles, bears, and even cougars and wolves roamed the area.

One of the strangest and most inspiring experiences I had was about 2 to 3 months after I had been in Tofino. Mid-summer 2016.  I had already experienced so many synchronicities that summer and many things I had previously envisioned and journaled about a year prior had happened in reality.

So I went to the beach one day, to my favorite spot where I always go for some rest and relaxation.  There weren’t many people around that day and it was a bit overcast/partly cloudy.  I decided to take a nap and I put my hat over my eyes and face as usual.  All I could hear was the sound of the waves, so loud and energizing, the roar of the ocean.  I fell asleep for about 20 minutes.  I woke up, sat up, and looked around me, not many people in sight, a few families down the beach with their dogs.  And I looked to the left of me…..and there it was.  This vibrant, freshly cut, natural bouquet of wildflowers……

I couldn’t really believe my eyes because I knew that these wildflowers were not there when I arrived…..so I looked around the beach thinking maybe someone left them there temporarily?  But there was no one else around……no one left their personal items there or anything…..it was as if they miraculously appeared out of nowhere.

I couldn’t even thank the kind soul who secretly left these for me.  But it touched my heart so deeply!  I mean, for one, I LOVE wildflowers.  I always have since I was a little girl. Hiking in nature from a young age and going on many adventures, you encounter lots of wildflowers on the path.

But these wildflowers, couldn’t be found nearby on the beach…..you would have to go into the woods, the forest, and surrounding areas to find these.  These were left seemingly with intention.  I’ll never forget the experience….the feeling of waking up to these beautiful flowers and just the joy and laughter that overcame me in those moments….. I couldn’t stop smiling.  And all I could think about was that dream……from the year before……and I felt so close to the universe in that moment.  I felt intuitively that I was EXACTLY where I needed to be in my life and on my journey.  It felt like a confirmation that I was moving forward in the right direction and a promise of what was to come.

I had my backpack with me that day, so I placed the wildflowers in the side pocket on the exterior of my pack and joyfully walked down the beach with them.  I trekked back to my bicycle, and headed to the dock, and paddled home.  I proudly put them in a vase and kept them for as long as I could.

I will never forget that day.  I took a picture of the wildflowers exactly how they were left for me on the beach, tucked perfectly into a log of driftwood. The beautiful thing about this experience, is that it didn’t stop there. Soon, the word wildflower kept coming up more and more and more.  I even named my boat Wildflower, and I stumbled upon a necklace at a local jewelry shop about 2 weeks before I left to head back to the States.  It was a hand-crafted necklace, with a gold-plate and the word “WILDFLOWER” hand stamped across it. So of course I bought it 🙂

Upon returning back to the States in October 2016 after my visa ended– it was a season of searching again — getting my bearings for the next direction.  In the Fall, I had started envisioning creating a healthy living blog or something in that category as I had been passionate about holistic/natural health and nutrition for going on 10 years.  I wanted to share my experience with the world and help others in their health journeys, so I felt like I was going in the right direction for sure.  I brainstormed a ton of ideas and names at that point, and the name “wildflower” kept coming into my head.  I put all the names and thoughts in my idea box and continued with my current seasonal jobs: coffee shops, freelance, nannying, and pet sitting.

I had moved back to Chattanooga for what I thought was my next step and realized 2.5 months later — after discovering maintenance & environmental issues with the house I was renting — that the universe was pointing me back to Franklin.  I made a decision the week before I moved back to intentionally figure out my next steps and next direction for my life.  It felt like the right time to move forward in a big way again. After all, I wanted to use my skills, passions, and gifts to do work that I really cared about.  I wanted to keep using my Bachelor’s degree in Business Management/Health Science & Human Performance, including my passion for the outdoors and a healthy and active lifestyle. In previous years, I had led and managed outdoor recreation programs and advocated for active living and the benefits of getting out in nature. I had worked in event management for several years  as well, and I had even started my own event planning business with personal assisting on the side.  I’ve always been very entrepreneurial and I wanted to do my own thing in my own style and in my own time,  and that’s where I knew I would thrive.

I wrote on my vision board for 2016 “The world needs your untamed spirit, your bold ideas.”  And I believe that the world really does need our gifts and passions that we can share.  We can actually change the world when we show up for ourselves and offer the best and healthiest version of ourselves.  So ultimately, I wanted to create the life and work that I really envisioned.  And that meant I had to do something that was my style and build something I was passionate about where I could use my creativity.    Gandhi said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” And I wanted to change the way the world does health.

So that led me to April 2017, and my mother had now fully recovered from lung cancer after having a critical surgery in October 2016, so by the time Spring rolled around, she was feeling much better and doing very well.  She occasionally felt off, so I gave her some natural solutions and lifestyle changes she could use, and she felt much better within the next week.  So I thought, “hmm, interesting.  I’ve always been passionate about natural / holistic health, what if I could help others too?”  I’ve always been very health conscious, had transformed my weight in high school and college, and ultimately wanted to make good health decisions consistently in my life. Friends and coworkers had often asked me what products I use and about supplements and natural foods, overhauling their pantries with the right foods and healthier alternatives.

I had spoken with my mentor the week I moved back to Franklin in April 2017 and brainstormed ideas.  She asked me what makes me come alive, what do I already do that I’m passionate about regardless of money, and what feeds the fire of my soul.  So I began looking more into it.

I realized that week that I had already been on this journey for a long time….for 10 years! The journey of Holistic Health & Natural Living.  So I found a school program to support this decision, an accredited, reputable 6 month program to become a Certified Health Coach. It all made so much sense!  I am pursuing the life coaching certification as well because it’s something I am also passionate about.

My personal goal is to help people follow their bliss, master their mindset, experience habit change and ultimately transformation.  So all of this tied together so well and I knew it was for me!   It unfolded seamlessly, and now I’m 3 months into the program, starting to work with both practice and paid clients.

I created a Facebook Page, and updated my Instagram, and created a mission statement:

Through holistic health & wellness wisdom, I’m on a mission to empower people to take back their health and transform their lives so they can flourish and follow their bliss!

And the name for my business?  Of course, Wildflower Health Coaching.    🙂

I had brainstormed names for months, and every time, it came back to that word.  Pun intended, things have been blooming now for months, and seeds that were planted a while ago are starting to show up in my life.  Ironically, or in synchronicity rather, my theme/vision word for 2017 has been transformation.  Gradually over the past 8 months and presently….I’m seeing transformation truly happen and new things starting to unfold…. and all of it gives me the feels ❤

What I love about the name wildflower is all that it represents for my path — the sign that it has been for me from my dream to reality.  All the synchronicities, the symbolism, the encouragement and nod from the universe.  For me, it truly represents new beginnings.

Wildflowers represent so many things.  Wild…..undomesticated by society, untamed, free, wild, natural.  Flower….the verb meaning to bloom; to be in or reach an optimum stage of development; develop fully and richly.    

And that’s exactly what I want my clients to feel when they work with me — free to reach their goals and be the healthiest, happiest, and best version of themselves.

I move to California within the next week…..to start a new chapter and to move forward there.  I’m trusting where this step is leading me and enjoying the adventure of it all. And in more ways than one, it really is a new beginning.

So here’s to staying wild and free, to all the synchronicities in our lives, and to new beginnings ❤

Adulting and La Joie de Vivre: Lessons From Living Abroad

I learned many things from living with the French and while living around the world — including how to enjoy life on a different level.  I’m going to be honest — who says adulting can’t or shouldn’t be fun?

Why does adulting assume seriousness? Bills? No fun?  No pleasure?  What happened?

I’ve heard this concept some since I returned from my travels, and I don’t think all Americans view life that way, but why is it that once we reach a certain age we think being an adult means no fun?  We have to break free from these paradigms……

IMG_2118We need play and fun in our lives as humans and we’re social creatures by nature. There are numerous studies on the importance of play and recreation for our health.  Work is essential and so is fun.  After college (and during college) I worked my ass off.  And I also had fun.  I spent a lot of time outdoors and traveling and socializing with friends.  It’s important to do that after college too and to remind ourselves it’s ok to have fun even in our day-to-day lives around our work schedules.  We don’t need permission to have fun either.

For 4+ years after college, I worked hard back in my hometown.  I worked full-time, plus I did side jobs in the coffee industry and retail.  I’ve worked 60-80 hour weeks. Doing everything from managing events to executive assistance, and I even started my own events and personal assistance business.  I love work and I find pleasure in my work as well. But I also love to have fun!   Work hard, play hard is a great way to live.  But work doesn’t have to be what society says it is.  We can do what we love for work.  Who says you have to have a 9-5 job and all the things that media and culture show us is normal?I’ve always wanted something different.  That’s why I left to work and live abroad doing volunteer work exchanges, contract work, and living off of my savings I had built for my travels.

We get to create the life that we want for ourselves.  I’ve been freelancing and nannying/pet-sitting for the past year since I returned from home and now I’m working on a new business and career pursuing health/life coaching which I’ve been doing essentially for 10 years in my personal life.  I decided that 2017 was going to be a year of transformation for me — for my health, my life, my career directions, and everything.  I decided to combine all my passions and find my life’s work and explore different job paths.  I decided to finally conquer my weight battle that has been fluctuating for the past 10 years off and on.

Do you know when I have been the healthiest in my life?  Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, financially, and all areas?  When I’m increasingly social, having fun, and doing things for myself and practicing self-care.  Because it’s truly a core need.  I think social time and fun is honestly as important as eating.  Animals need it, so obviously we do too! We’re mammals!  Many animals are very social creatures and their moods are greatly affected by their social dynamics. Some animals, including dolphins, get very depressed if they’re not living in a healthy social context.  So us humans need that too 😉

IMG_1524So back to living in France and Canada…..what did I learn from my year abroad and living with the French, the Canadians, and people from all over the world?   That it’s ok to have fun as an adult.  It’s ok to enjoy my food and my meals and take time with people to enjoy those meals. It’s ok to rest, to work less and play more, to work more productive hours, but less of them. It’s ok to do work that I love, to enjoy my experiences, to live freely and openly, to socialize and experience life, and go on adventures.  It’s ok to dance under a full moon on the beach with your friends just because.  (And it’s so much fun!!!)   It’s ok to enjoy everything and be grateful, to avoid negativity, to say a resounding YES to our life and to enjoy it.  Yes, it’s actually ok to enjoy life to the fullest!  Even our food we can enjoy.  La joie de vivre.  We can thank the French for that expression 😉

 

It’s ok to take a break and go for a hike.  We live in a busy culture — we’re driven by social media in this current day in age and it often influences how we socialize, but I think most people appreciate the simple things and getting back to the basics.  I think most people appreciate when we can be “unplugged” for a bit.  It allows us to recenter and be present and aware to ourselves and others.  The times without WiFi, rainy days, stormy nights when the electricity goes out and all you can do is play cards and games with your family and friends…… letters, phone calls, surprise visits, all of it.

 

One of my favorite things in France was going to cafes and there wouldn’t be internet, except on the weekends, or maybe not at all!  I learned how quickly I had the habit of being “plugged in” and then I was pleasantly surprised when I was instead talking to the person next to me and meeting friends at the most random places.

Social media and technology are amazing tools that I am SO grateful for.  I love the advantages of it, and I have to keep myself in check.  I love that social media keeps me connected to people around the world, and it’s a great tool for sharing and networking and so much more.  And I have found that if we’re too “connected” to the virtual world — we lose sight of the real world.  There has to be a balance.  At least for me. And I have met many who feel the same.

 

Yes, we have to pay the bills, yes we have to cook, and clean, and do our laundry. Yes we have to be human.  But adults, let’s not forget to take a break every once in a while, ok? Don’t forget to leave the dishes and be spontaneous and go on an adventure.  The dishes can always wait.  Moms–sometimes you just need a dang bath with candles and music…..like seriously, it’s ok to put YOU on the list too!  Wives– go out with your girlfriends for a girls night out!   Couples–find a babysitter, and make time for date nights in your life. It doesn’t have to be spending money — take a picnic to the park and go on an adventure!  Stay connected to your partner. Feed your soul and nourish your relationships.  And yes, nourish yourself!

IMG_1992We have to find the balance.  The balance between our busy lives and taking care of ourselves and finding fun and pleasure in our life experiences.  We can’t just work our way through lives. There has to be balance. We have to work to live, but not live to work.  I admire many cultures like Europe that are very focused on the life:work balance.  I most definitely learned healthy tips from living in Europe.

And single ladies?  Stop waiting for that Mr. Right……no man is going to fulfill you if you aren’t happy with yourself…..you have all you need to be healthy, happy, and whole. You don’t need anyone to complete you, you’ve got all you need within you.  When the time is right, you’ll meet the right person to adventure with in life.  Go on dates, explore relationships, enjoy your life and meet people, but don’t rush that process.  For now, single ladies?  Enjoy YOUR life.  Don’t fear being alone.  Get to know yourself. Find out what you like and don’t like.  Discover your authentic self, not who the world says you should be.  Go try new things, be brave and adventurous, and yes….HAVE FUN!!!!

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Taking a Year Off to Travel the World: The Risks & The Rewards

IMG_9813In October 2015 I packed all of my life into three suitcases, sold everything I owned, and decided I wanted to travel the world for a year at 27 years old. When I set out to head to France on October 14th, 2015 for three months, I had basic plans but no full agenda as far as where I would spend my time during those months or even after Europe.  But somehow it all came together each day and week as I created my next plan, each step leading me to the next, and all it took was me actually stepping out into the unknown. My two-week trip to Guadeloupe in the Summer of 2014, one of the French Caribbean Islands, ultimately connected me to France.  And my week in Iceland connected me to Canada’s west coast where I spent the majority of 2016, creating a year long travel journey that I recently returned from in October 2016.12523881_10100977390833298_8338156731853570186_n

The journey might have seemed somewhat counter-cultural at the time.  After all, I quit my job at a renown company in April 2015 after two and a half years.  I started my own business which allowed me to gradually transition, and I operated my business and did other contract side jobs until everything clicked in August 2015 after a two-week trip visiting friends in California.

Was it risky?  Yes.  Was it brave?   Yes. Was it “selfish”?  No.  Was it what I wanted and the best decision for me?  Absolutely.

I put selfish in quotation marks because I grew up in a small town, that’s not so small anymore, and I grew up in a conservative culture where giving to others was most important. But what about giving to ourselves?  Loving ourselves?  To religious communities this concept might sound foreign or post-modern as some would call it, but I call it common sense.  I believe that God and this Universal love that connects us all–absolutely wants us to live healthy, happy, and whole lives.  If we live our lives constantly for others… striving to be the best we can be by measuring up to others’ expectations instead of our own….focusing on performance and the status quo… an invisible code of conduct and set of rules… the societal norm. If we really never stand up and ask the tough questions, we’ll end up feeling like we don’t exist at all and that our voice is null and we are just surviving the routine of day-to-day life, being shaped by a culture that we have become desensitized to.

paris profile picOne of my favorite teachers from high school said a profound quote my senior year. She said, “If you don’t make your own decisions in this world, you don’t truly exist.” Thanks, Karen Roberson!  This statement has stuck with me.  And a few years ago, I found that I wanted to settle for more. I asked myself the tough questions, “What do I want and need?”  “What does this season look like for me?”  I think it’s fair and healthy to focus on ourselves, love ourselves, and be the healthiest and best version of ourselves that we can be. Because it is from that place that we can healthily and wholly love others well and we can then operate from a place of authenticity instead of performance.

I’ve had many of my friends say to me, “I’m proud of you for doing you, and stepping out boldly and doing what you want to do for your life, not based on others’ expectations.” I really appreciated that because in a culture where people sometimes get married younger, it can seem like your life looks really different at least in your early twenties.  But then around 25, I had this epiphany that my journey and timeline was going to look somewhat different. And I wanted it that way.  I wanted the best timing for me. We all want to be able to relate to our friends in all seasons but I just think it’s important to live our lives on our own personal timeline and how we want to live, not pressured by society.  So now I have friends in all seasons of life and I’m grateful to learn from them and to share life together.

And this topic begs the question, why does every woman’s life have to look the same?  Or every person for that matter?  What if our stories didn’t have to look exactly like everyone else’s?  What if people’s lives aren’t perfectly ordered along the same timeline?  Everyone’s journey is different.  There are people who don’t go to college, people who can’t have kids, and the list goes on.  I could not limit myself to standby and just think that there was only one way to live my life in our society or that I had to operate on a certain timeline or in a certain way– I wanted what I needed for my journey, and I wanted to do things for me and my life that I had always wanted and didn’t even know I wanted until I paused and asked myself that hard question-“What do you want?”  [In my mind, I saw the scene from The Notebook, where Noah asks Allie the same darn thing.  What do you want?  What do you want?!]  I wanted to know who I was before I decided to find a long-term partner.  I wanted to know my own voice and what makes me come alive.  I wanted to be sure of who I was and who I wasn’t.

Now that I’m getting my bearings for my next direction — I’ve reflected a lot on the past few years and the incredible journey that I was able to take this past year. I also realized that I learned so much about myself and life and had many harsh realizations, a big one being that not all friends will make the journey with you and not all friends are as close as you thought.  I’ve always cared deeply about my friendships because I wanted to be the type of friend that I wanted in my life and be the best friend I could be, but then I realized that friendships go in seasons just as life does. And holding onto friends that are no longer supposed to be in your life that season really doesn’t serve you well at all, or them.  I realized that I didn’t have to put so much pressure on myself to be the perfect friend and maintain all my friendships.  I trusted that my real friendships would naturally flow and they did.  And I trusted that my new connections would come, and they did.

Eleanor Roosevelt said, “Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway.”

I also realized that there is much more judgment in the world than I ever thought possible and I learned that people would criticize and question me for my unconventional year off. But the beautiful thing was, when I left for France, I stopped caring about any of that criticism.  Maybe it’s the wisdom we gain as we live life and get older and we go through hard seasons and we learn.  Experience really is the best teacher. At a certain point in your life, you have to realize that it’s ok if everyone doesn’t approve of you or what you’re doing in your life.  It doesn’t matter what others think.  As long as it’s healthy and within reason and you have real friends who can be honest with you if you’re not making healthy decisions for your life, we simply have to do what’s best for us.  We should never feel shame or guilt for our joy and our success.

Brené Brown, in her book, I Thought It Was Just Me (but it isn’t): Making the Journey from “What Will People Think?” to “I Am Enough” says, “It’s actually not our failure that we fear, it’s our greatness.”  And that’s true.  We’ve all experienced it — something goes right in your life and others seem uncomfortable.  But that should never stop us from moving forward.  We can’t get stuck in people-pleasing, that’s not fair to yourself or anyone.  I used to be a chronic people-pleaser.  Now I focus on genuine kindness that’s in balance with who I am and I don’t overextend myself.  And never mistake my kindness for weakness.

The more you love yourself and stop apologizing for your life and successes, the more you can celebrate others’ successes.  You no longer feel threatened by the success of others, but instead you own your life and voice and are then able to celebrate and be present to others.

img_0280.jpgI wrote a vision board for 2016 that said, “The world needs your untamed spirit and your bold ideas.”  “Don’t dim your light for anyone.”  The best thing we can do for ourselves and the world is to shine brightly with all your gifts and passions, flaws and imperfections, and all of your humanity.  Because that’s what changes the world.  Choose self-esteem, not arrogance.  You can know your worth and honor the worth of others at the same time.

When we do something in our lives that is different or if we change and evolve, even in the smallest ways, there can be criticism that comes our way.  Questions like: “How are you able to do that?  What about your family? What about a career? What about getting married and having kids? ”  I learned over time about how to deal with the critics and was increasingly grateful for the friends who celebrated with me. I’m sure these are things that people in all seasons of life go through.  Once you are dating someone, are you guys going to get married?  Once you’re married, when are you going to have kids?  Once you have one kid, when are you going to have another kid?  When are you going to buy a house?  I’m sure it only gets increasingly more complicated and pressured for women to compare themselves as they transition to other life phases.  What does their marriage look like?  Do they have the same experiences?  Is she a better wife or mother?  Is she this, or that?  We all experience this. It doesn’t matter if we’re single, coupled, married, or divorced, parents, not parents, etc. The good news is: it just doesn’t matter.  Choose confidence, not comparison.  It will change your life, I promise.  Be content and grateful for what you have and set intentions on where you want to go.  What matters is that you are living your life and that you know what you want for your life to be healthy, happy, and whole.  Don’t get so caught up in scrolling through other people’s lives on Facebook and forget to see your own right in front of you.

Work and Job Security

So what about work and coming back from traveling?  What about job security?  Well, I think the truth is, job security is somewhat an illusion.  People unexpectedly lose their jobs, the economy can crash, and we have to take risks to get where we want to be.  Maybe that’s starting a new job or starting a new business venture.  It looks different for everyone.  But I knew that the risk of quitting my job and making an international move was worth the reward. The experience, the lessons, the friendships, the connections.Guadeloupe

My two weeks on the French Caribbean Island of Guadeloupe led me to working with an organization in France and connected me to my gracious host for 2+ months in Lyon, France.  I was able to visit Switzerland and the village where my family is from and honor my heritage.  And my last week in Europe was spent in Iceland which connected me to Canada where I worked and lived for 7 months on the west coast of Vancouver Island.  And I know more connections will come.

I think we have to utilize our skills and passions, and my fluency in the French language has been a great asset to me.  I also have had many potential employers commend me for my year of traveling — it shows courage and confidence, it shows skill and the ability to navigate and utilize resources. It showed my diverse management experience and my work in several different industries and cultures, and so much more.  So I am always proud to list my past and future travels on my resume.

Coming back from traveling can present certain challenges — you might have to do contract or freelance work for a while or odd jobs, but many people who follow their passions and dreams do the same — musicians, artists, travelers, and more.

So don’t be afraid to take time off and a working holiday — the right employers will validate your experience and you’ll have no problem making the next career move if you use the same courage it took to travel the world in the first place.  It also allows space to consider new job paths and opportunities and exploring creative ways of making a living.

Money:  How in the H*** Can You Afford To Travel?

This has always been a popular question.  And often my response has been, how can you not afford it?  I couldn’t afford not to go and risk everything for this grand adventure of a lifetime and the experiences that have shaped me into who I am today.  I think so often we wait to do things in life until it’s the “right time”, until we can afford it securely or until everything seems perfect.  But that’s an elusive goal, and I think the time is always now.  From what I’ve experienced in my 28 years, the time will never be just perfect. Getting creative and resourceful with our income and provisions is mostly the key…I sold everything I owned and anything I didn’t need for traveling, including my car.  I had a savings and arrangements for volunteer work exchanges abroad, as well as contract opportunities. When it comes to living your dreams and making things happen, you really have to do whatever it takes to get there and trust that the next steps will come, and they always did.

Many travel bloggers focus on just travel tips and top things to see and others cover the stories and experiences from their travels.  I like to focus on both because I love sharing tips for others to gain insight from as well as share the stories and experiences of my journey because it’s those unique moments and life-changing lessons that made up my travel journey as well.  I learned so much from people all around the globe and I am so grateful for every experience and every person I met.

To check out my travel tips and resources:  How to Plan & Pay for Your Next Adventure

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There are also multiple ways to travel.  I have visited many places over the past 14 years, doing many mission trips and volunteer works from Puerto Rico, across the U.S., to the Dominican Republic, and Guadeloupe, the French Caribbean island. I have a passion for volunteer work and helping non-profit organizations.  I’ve done a lot of this type of work which has opened up many opportunities for travel as a perk to being a part of some amazing causes and missions around the globe.  I often invested my own money in funding volunteer trips as well as raised funds for part of the costs through non-profit organizations.

Another way I’ve been able to travel to several places around the world and the U.S. is personal connections and friendships.  I’ve met people from all over the world and have become friends with some amazing people that have hosted me over the years.  I’ve done travels out west in Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Wyoming, California, and Washington on several adventure trips.  I’ve worked as a trip leader for organizations, opting to camp for lodging which is very affordable and fun and has led to many amazing adventure trips with friends.

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I think there are many ways to incorporate travel in your life — volunteer work and work exchanges, vacationing, working for global organizations, and more.  I love vacationing with friends and family, and I’ve appreciated many of my travels by spending time in places solo for longer periods of time.  I get to be a part of the local culture and experience what it’s like to live in each place and I’ve met some amazing people that way.  And I wouldn’t have met these people most likely had I not been traveling solo.  In every city I’ve been in around the globe, I’ve dined with people from all over the world, sharing our stories and experiences over food and drinks, and journeying together on adventures.

There are many ways to travel affordably and find amazing deals on airfare even if you haven’t racked up points for flights, etc.  When I’m planning a trip, I’m always looking for the cheapest route to get to my destination.  It doesn’t have to be the shortest route, which is often the most expensive.  I want the best route, and I’m willing to extend my travel to do that, especially if you’re planning a trip closer to your departure date, you’ll want as many costs cut as possible.

For example, when I booked my trip to Vancouver Island in Canada in February 2016, I looked up all possible ways to get there.  The cheapest way was to fly from Nashville to Seattle, and I had a friend who lives in Seattle who hosted me en route to Canada. I took the ferry from Seattle, Washington to Victoria, British Columbia, and then I took a 6-hour bus ride to my destination.  So my total cost to get to the west coast of Canada ended up being around $325. Yes, really.

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If you do the research, and take the time to find the best prices, it’s incredible what kinds of travel deals you can get.  It also helped that when I traveled to Europe it was off-season, in the Fall, so prices were cheaper.  I chose to go through Iceland because trans-Atlantic flights are much cheaper!  And the timing was just incredible when I booked my travel to Canada, so I also waited for the right timing and found incredible prices on travel fares.

The base line here is — traveling can be very, very affordable.  There are so many deals and ways to travel out there, it just takes finding them.  For example, when I headed to California in August 2015 to spend 2 weeks with my friends in LA — I had some people questioning how I was able to do this. [It’s none of their business, some might say-which is true. But nonetheless, there’s no shame in traveling and enjoying life and doing what’s best for you, whatever that might be. Whether that’s getting fit, seeking a new job, anything. Don’t let anyone shame you for your joy and success.  The reason we can know joy and success is because we can also know sadness and failure. And we learn what to do and not to do, and we focus on being the best version of ourselves we can be. And…umm…everyone deserves a vacation!]

Knowing I didn’t have to explain, I did choose to shed light on how I was able to visit my friends in Cali and make that 2 week trip happen by being resourceful.  These factors included:  being on the brink of starting a potential new job that I ultimately didn’t take because the opportunity to head to France was right in front of me.  The company I was going to start working with couldn’t bring me on board until the end of August and I had 2 weeks free in between.  I had a free flight with Southwest from Rapid Reward points that accumulated from my previous job. I had friends who graciously hosted me for 2 weeks in their homes, and all I had to pay for was food, some transportation costs, and Disneyland. And, I had never been to Disneyland at 27 years old, so umm….it was about time!!! 🙂  And I gifted my friends of course for hosting me by covering a meal, etc.   I would have had the same food costs and similar expenses as I did in TN for 2 weeks, so my expenses for that trip were very affordable. It sounds much different when you hear the reality vs. just looking at someone’s life through Facebook. 😉    So utilize those travel resources, free flights and points, and do your research!!  Don’t apologize for it either. And take every opportunity you can get to travel!

Safety: How To Travel the World Solo as a Woman

backpack victoriaThere are many women every day and every year who travel the world solo, backpack in hand, and no fear in their hearts.  The notion that women should be on guard constantly is mostly a fear-based media and movie concept.  It is important however to be vigilant regardless if you’re male or female and take precautions in potentially dangerous situations.  The world is beautiful and loving and also can be harsh and unsafe.  But we can’t live out of fear.

For solo travel safety tips and resources, you can visit my page here: A Girl’s Guide to Solo Travel & Safety While Living Abroad

One of the things I love about traveling solo is waking up in a strange city ready to explore uncharted territory.  It’s such an adventure!  Many times  I stay in one place for a long time so it becomes like home and I know the areas very well.  I prefer to travel that way to experience the local life and learn from the people and their culture. It’s one of the reasons I love travel… exploring different cultures!  Things that are different from me. 🙂 Sometimes it takes adjustments and it doesn’t mean there are never challenges, but my love for travel and adventure exceeds the fear that might ever arise. I’ve had a place of my own for most of my adult life and I was happier with very little, selling everything I didn’t need and packing my life in a suitcase 🙂  I found that less was more. I was happier with that freedom of being a nomad!  Don’t get me wrong, I like nice things 🙂 I just like to keep it simple too. So I knew that when the time came for me to have a place of my own again, I would move forward in that direction. But I plan to always travel affordably and keep a home place in one city and venture out from there, whether that’s solo or with friends or a partner.  My parents have lovingly hosted me in between my travels and for the holidays. So it’s nice to have a place to call home to come back to!

“The reward of a thing well done is having done it.”    Ralph Waldo Emerson

Many rewards speak for themselves — the experience of seeing beautiful, foreign places and people; exploring different cultures and learning from them; seeing what it means to be a global citizen and not just a citizen from your homeland; you see and learn history tangibly and from different perspectives than just your history books; you make friends around the globe; taste food you’ve never seen before; and most importantly — you find yourself and discover more about yourself than you ever did in your comfortable apartment and city.  You go beyond what you thought you could, you push yourself, you step out of your comfort zone into the unknown, and you learn how to trust yourself and your voice.  You become more you every day along the journey.  Because instead of acquiring more, you have shed what you don’t need and everything that you’re not. Layer by layer, you begin to see your core and what you are made of; not things or ideologies, but truth and beauty and energy and life.  And you meet other people along the way who are doing just the same, and moving forward every step of the way.

In my travels, I learned so much about not only myself but also life lessons in general. Things that have shaped me into who I am today.  I learned more about relationships and communication and how to let go and own who you are and not care about others opinions or let them affect you. The reality is, seasons change and people get disconnected or our lives change and evolve and that’s ok.  Some people are only supposed to be in your life for certain seasons and the people that are meant to be in your life in each season will be there, no doubt.  I learned a few years ago that it’s ok to let go and to move forward with your own life and not try to hold onto every friendship, because it’s not possible. You change, they change. It’s life. So you move forward and trust the ebb and flow of life and the seasons.

There will undoubtedly be people who are uncomfortable as you transition into a new phase or new season in your life. There may be people uncomfortable with you transforming or growing. Even if you’re cheering them on in their endeavors and celebrating them and their successes, you may still get weird reactions.  Because we’re human. But it’s not about you in those moments. It’s ok to still be you. You may have critics or haters, people who question you and who you are, but you must stay focused on who you are and your journey.  It’s important to have real friends in your life that are there for you, know the real you, support you, and can also be real with you if they’re concerned about you.

You want friends who are honest with you and want what’s best for you, not friends who criticize your every move or peace out when things start going well for you.  You want friends in your life that show up for you, where you can mutually celebrate each other’s successes and happiness, and encourage each other through the hard seasons. If a friendship is one-sided and mostly full of criticism, walk away.  If someone doesn’t genuinely want you to succeed, or is happy to see you fail (harsh, but true), or can’t be happy for you and celebrate with you in your successes and happiness and well being, please let them go.  Don’t allow them in your life. We get to choose who we let in and who we surround ourselves with. I think our relationships are one of the most important things in life.  So I think it’s important to choose friends who we can be our best selves with, and not apologize for it; friends who we can be our real selves with; friends who can handle us, our strengths and our shortcomings because we’re human; friends who uplift us, who add joy and energy to our lives, and who ultimately enhance our lives for the better and don’t bring us down.

Ultimately, don’t give up on you. Don’t give up on your dreams. Show up for yourself. Know your voice. Own who you are and own your confidence. You can do so much more than you ever thought you could and you can go so much farther than you ever thought you could go.

You will have some friends that will stay close and connected, where you will always pick up where you leave off.

Wherever you go and however you grow and blossom, you will have friends that may peace out, friends in different seasons that can no longer relate to you, even friends who you’ve celebrated in each of their life seasons, and you have celebrated their successes and happiness and their adventures in love and marriage and kids.  And you can know it’s still ok to move on and be different and to have a different journey. The timing of your seasons may look different, and it’s ok to let go.  You must go on your journey anyway.

You must trust that your journey and path is yours, and it doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s or the societal or cultural norm. Dare to be different if that’s where it leads you. Because the reward is worth it.  It’s not that those friends you’ve known for years no longer may support you, it’s that it doesn’t matter anymore if they do or don’t. Because  you didn’t need anyone else to believe in you, you believed in yourself.

Through every advenRelated imageture, you learn how to trust yourself and your voice, how to handle challenges of all kinds and you finally can take the time to be alone with yourself and to get to know you a little more. You not only discover places all around the world, you discover the places within yourself that you never knew existed, passions, gifts, desires, and that in itself is an adventure.  And you’ll discover that there’s a timing for everything in each person’s journey. Always trust the timing.

As I actively wait in each season, I live and move forward into my unfolding journey. And everything I’ve wanted to do up until this point, I’ve done. I have many more goals and dreams ahead, and I’m content at the same time with the things I’ve accomplished and the dreams I’ve realized at this point in my life.  And I’m grateful beyond words.

IMG_2662We must honor each season as it happens and all the people in that season. My Aussie friend Kristin, who I met while living in Canada, inspired me with many great life lessons and stories and perspectives. I love her dearly and she has been an important part of my journey and is now a sister-friend who I’ll always be grateful for.  I cherish the season we shared and all the adventures we had. I will never forget some of the many tokens of wisdom she shared. “People come into your life for either a reason, a season, or a lifetime.” “And never doubt yourself, especially not because of anyone else.  You’re a strong woman, never forget who you are. Stay confident and keep living your life and not giving a f***.”  Right on. Thanks for that, Wilso.

Love yourself well, love your friends and family well, and let them go if the time comes. Surrender to your own path, and trust the ebb and flow of each season and each relationship and opportunity in your life. Life will naturally ebb and flow just as the ocean does.  The ocean even has its own rhythm.

We get one journey, one life to live.  Make sure it’s your life that you’re living and that it’s filled with authenticity.  Make sure it’s you making your decisions. And most definitely–own your story 🙂

Here’s to an adventurous and transformative 2017!

Cheers ~ Sonya

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A Girl’s Guide to Solo Travel & Safety While Living Abroad

versailles profile picAs a woman, this question gets posed frequently: “Aren’t you scared to travel alone as a female?”  The answer for me is, no.  I have always loved traveling alone — it’s fun to explore and get lost in a city and have no certain agenda. You can take as much time as you want in certain locations.  It’s all part of the adventure of solo travel.  I also love traveling with friends of course and adventure buddies. But I wouldn’t have met some of the people I have in my travels had I not been solo. I’ve made several friends along the way, dined with people from all over the world who were also traveling alone, and had coffee with locals and expats in each city.  And because I chose to travel alone, I have learned so much about other cultures, countries, their history, as well as American history.

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I don’t let fear keep me from moving forward.  I take the necessary precautions and I stay confident and informed. I am a strong advocate for being alert and cautious whether you’re traveling in your home state or country or around the world. But there’s a difference between cautious and fearful. I think it’s important to not live in a fear-based mindset.  When we are constantly bombarded with the media and news which feed those fears, it can leave us reluctant to leave our homes to say the least.  But my advice would be, just be aware of where you’re traveling, the political state, and stay up to date. Use these tips and be prepared for your trip. And then travel on, my friends. Travel on.


Stay alert and informed.

Don’t put yourself in sketchy situations, trust your intuition, don’t walk alone in questionable areas, talk to locals, be aware of your surroundings, and stay informed.

Don’t make yourself a target or appear as a tourist.

When traveling alone, it’s important to blend in and stay confident. I would hang with the locals and orient myself to my surroundings.  Many people often thought I was a local, especially in France.  Speaking the French language fluently also helped.

One of the best ways to avoid being a target is not using your GPS on your phone in highly public places or on the street. If you need to search for directions, pop into a cafe quickly to get your bearings and check your map or phone.  Plan out your next route over lunch and then head out.  Ask for directions from people who work at a cafe or restaurant and know the area.  Avoid asking people on the street or in random places. If needed, go to a local information kiosk or visitor’s center.

Keeping your phone out of sight in busy places also helps to avoid cases of theft where people swipe your phone right out of your hand.  It happens in big cities. So never make your valuables easily accessible.

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Trains & crowds are highly known for pick-pocketing so it’s important to guard your personal items. Friends and locals always encouraged me to wear my backpack on my front or position myself in a way where people couldn’t access my backpack.  I carried an over the shoulder purse (a thrifty find in Paris in fact!) which I kept on the front of my body where I could guard it.

Lock up valuables.

If you’re staying in a private room at an AirBNB, before you book, make sure it comes with a key to lock the room while you are away.  Many hostels and lodges provide a locker, and typically you must bring your own lock, or you can rent one there. I would use my combo lock that I brought with me and lock up my computer and purse at night and any other valuables during the day that I didn’t need with me.  It’s always a good idea to not carry too many valuables with you on excursions.  Just bring the basics and bare minimum.

This also includes your Passport and ID.  It’s a good idea to make two copies of your passport and ID before you travel.  Scan and e-mail those copies to yourself and a friend or family member, and keep the two paper copies in a separate place while you travel. That way, if for some reason your wallet or passport get stolen, you have a backup plan and copies of your ID.

Research the area before you arrive.

Before I traveled to a new place, I scoped out my transportation options, distances to and from my destinations, and generally researched the area.  I checked reviews on lodging and neighborhoods to make sure it was safe.  I opted for walking and the metro most of the time, but at times I would take a taxi if it was later at night or if I had my luggage with me.  Walking with friends and trusted travelers is also a great way to opt for commuting.

Don’t carry large amounts of cash on you and alert your bank beforehand.

I didn’t carry a large amount of cash on me at one time and I notified my bank before I left the country that I would be traveling internationally so they could put an alert on my account. I informed them of all the countries I planned to travel to. That way, they would only flag my card for possible fraud if any transactions were outside the norm.

But how do you control the amount of cash on hand when you have to exchange currency in each country?

I mostly used my travel debit card or “cash passport” through Travelex  that I purchased at JFK Airport in New York before heading to Europe.  I initially exchanged a portion of American currency and loaded it onto the travel debit card.  It worked just like a normal debit card where I could get cash out at the ATM.  Doing minimal international transactions and currency exchanges limited the amount of foreign transaction fees on my American account.

The Travelex Cash Passport is also really easy to use. I would go online and load currency usually every 2 weeks and withdraw cash once a week. There are also many perks to using a travel debit card.  Since the card is not automatically connected to your main bank account, someone can’t drain your account if the card were lost or stolen. They would only have access to the amount you loaded on there online from your bank which you can control. If you choose the currency card option, you also save money by getting a lower exchange rate.

Check in with people when you get from point A to point B and let others know your travel itinerary.

I checked in with either local friends or family when I left certain locations and arrived at home or at my next destination.  I sent my travel itineraries to my family and friends when I was heading to a new place or going on an excursion.  I gave them contacts of people I would be working with or staying with including organizations, hostels, and AirBNB hosts. This is always a great idea to let friends and family know of your whereabouts or have a contingency plan for trips and outdoor adventures in case you get into an emergency.  So if they don’t hear back from you by a certain time, they can know to contact someone you have listed on your travel itinerary.

So what’s the best way to use your phone internationally?

That depends on your phone carrier and available plans. I had a free Global Roaming Plan with Sprint, so I could text for free and use my unlimited data just as I did in the States.  Through that plan, phone calls cost 20 cents a minute.  So I would opt for WiFi to use WhatsApp and FaceTime Audio for phone calls.  For messaging my international friends at no charge to them, I would use Facebook Messenger and WhatsApp.   Some people use SIM Cards when they travel which can be another affordable option. For me, it was easy and affordable to utilize my Global Roaming Plan with my phone carrier.

Carry extra copies of your passport, ID, and bank cards.

It’s not something you want to think about — your passport or ID being stolen or lost– but it can happen.  Make paper copies and pack them in a separate and secure place where they remain throughout the trip.  Also scan and e-mail the copies to yourself or family members.  I did both and I felt much more at ease knowing that I had extra copies on hand.

Get travel insurance.

One of the top travel insurance companies is World Nomads and they offer reasonable plans for the length of your travel.  It’s never a bad idea in case you get injured or have a dental emergency or get severely sick.  It also can protect against theft in some cases. Some countries will accept patients without travel insurance if you need to visit a clinic or pharmacy.  So you have to choose the best option for you.

This is just an overview of what worked for me during my travels and there are many more tips out there!  If you have some of your own, I would love to hear from you!

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Vision for the Adventure

Create a vision board.  Make it visual and creative.  Make it your own.  I created a vision board on January 4th, 2015 — it had clips from a Travel + Leisure magazine, a Europe issue in fact that I had purchased, and my vision board had all kinds of words leading me onward.  “Follow your bliss”  “What are you passionate about?”  “Europe”  “Run to the Roar”  and so much more.  It might sound simple, but writing things down makes them real, at least for me, and it brings an idea to life. It is then no longer just an idea.  Your dreams are now visually in front of you.

“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” – Emerson

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Resources & Lodging

You don’t have to have abundant resources, you just need enough.  What do you need to get there?  How much?  How little can you work with?  Minimal is best and of course plan to enjoy some things along the way.  Plan for your big money items and nice dinners, and also be ok with cooking and finding cheap meals along the way.  Also, who do you know?  Do you have contacts?  Would you be willing to do volunteer work in exchange for lodging?  Many travelers do a work exchange with organizations across the globe such as Work Away.

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AirBNB is a great and affordable option for lodging as well as International Backpacker Hostels. These options sometimes include breakfast which can add to your savings.  If you’re willing to share a space with someone or opt for your own private room, you will be surprised at how much better it can be than a hotel!  I enjoy this way of traveling because it provides a “local experience” and what it’s like living in the area, opportunities to meet more people, and inside information into the city and culture.

Find Cheaper Travel Options

Cheaper airfare and train fare is available if you find it at the right time. You can try different routes to avoid higher airfare costs. If you’re going to Europe, IcelandAir offers trans-Atlantic flights and you can find a flight for very cheap depending on the season.  It is worth the travel time and you get to see Iceland!  You can even do  a “Stopover” in Iceland which I did on the way back to the U.S. from France.  You can stay in Iceland for up to 7 nights with no additional airfare cost and explore the beauty, then catch your connecting flight to your next destination.

img_0481You can travel cheaply within Europe on budget airlines such as Ryan Air and EasyJet. I opted for a lot of train travel because it made more sense for me based on my travel time, budget, and locations.  Trains and buses are great methods, and it is best to book tickets for large trains about 2-3 months in advance for the best prices.  The TGV in France (high-speed train) can be taken to so many other countries as well.  I took a 4 hour train trip from Lyon, France to Zürich, Switzerland and it was well worth it.  There are also Euro Rail passes if you’re traveling throughout Europe which can offer big savings for the travel budget.

And last but not least, walking, biking, and metro passes within each city are the most affordable options.  I love exploring cities on foot or by renting a bicycle and getting lost on purpose. It’s one of the best ways to explore and offers unique opportunities to see places that you wouldn’t wander to otherwise.

Food and Dining

When you travel, you want to enjoy the local cuisine, no doubt!  Budget for that!  You don’t have to miss out on amazing, local dining experiences. This can be done on any budget. Scout out the local eateries, find cheap meals, make half your lunch into dinner, buy groceries, make your own meals some days, and dine out other days.  Make the most out of it!   In France, bakeries and wine are both cheap, so there are advantages depending on the country you’re in.  🙂

If you’re in Paris, you have to v42t8w8ifndrewftwisit the famous bakery Eric Kayser Artisan Boulanger which has super affordable options for breakfast and lunch.  A great dinner spot in Paris is Ma Salle à Manger which is a small local restaurant near Pont Neuf.  This place had the best Beef Bourguignon and Crème Brûlée you will ever taste!  So worth the visit.

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If you’re traveling to another country like France, depending on the exchange rate at the time, I found it most economical to get a Currency Debit Card (or Cash Passport) through Travelex in NYC at the airport.  It’s amazing because if you load a certain amount, you get more Euros for the USD, and you can reload your card at any time online for FREE.  You can also withdraw cash with this card at the ATMs with your pin number just like a normal debit card.  Currency exchanges can cost you a lot of money, so doing this the smartest way is important.

Stay Open and Flexible

Whatever you do, you’ll learn and be challenged, that is a guarantee. And it’s also part of the goal.  To overcome obstacles, grow from the experiences, learn more about who you are and what you’re capable of, to adapt to new worlds, to be uncomfortable, to learn about a different culture. To let go and be free, to express your joy, to enjoy life and live simply.  To make the most of my travels, I often adopt the philosophy of getting comfortable with being uncomfortable.  The most grand adventures for me have been times where I am challenged.img_0070

Your thoughts and ideas, native cultural paradigms, and routines — everything will be challenged.  This is a good thing.  You will get lost sometimes and go the wrong way, you will arrive at a cafe or restaurant to find out that it’s in fact closed on Mondays. Or maybe there is only lunch served from 12pm-2pm. Maybe they don’t have WiFi.  Maybe they have WiFi, but not on the weekends.  😉  Maybe the bathrooms are so small that there is standing room only.  It’s comical sometimes.  Maybe the streets are small too and you have to dodge mopeds and bicycles.  Maybe the metros are crowded some days and you get to know your neighbor.

You get the point. It’s all part of the deal. You adapt. You learn. You laugh.  You change your plans.  And you make the most of all of it.  It’s what makes the story, the magical experience, the trip you’ll never forget, the adventure of being alive.

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Vision to Voyage: The Start of a Year Long Adventure

11887147_535211886628199_1846974521_nI remember it like it was yesterday…how it all started….the prompting in my soul telling me the time was approaching…sitting at my parent’s kitchen table on my 26th birthday, talking with my mother about life goals and dreams and all the things in between.  Our birthday is a great time to reflect on how far we have come and where we want to be in the next year and beyond. Having just celebrated my 28th birthday in June 2016 in Canada, it reminded me of how far I have traveled on my journey in the past two years, geographically and personally, and how much these travels were a part of my personal growth.

My mother asked me on my 26th birthday one of the boldest questions she has ever asked me.  She asked, “Sonya, what is one of your biggest dreams?”  Surprised at this direct question which was so simple yet so awakening to me, I responded, “Well, I would love to move to France for a season of my life and use my French there.  I would love to see Paris.”  She followed up with a second question.  “Well, what’s keeping you from going?  What’s holding you back?”  I looked up at her with eyes beginning to tear up.   “Fear,” I said. “What do you fear?” she said.  My response was honest, “Well, you guys are getting older and I want to make sure you have what you need. And I know if I move, I probably won’t come back long-term to Tennessee unless life leads me back here down the road for clear reasons and if the timing is right.  I want to move away from Franklin, but you guys are the only family I have and all of our tiny family is here in this area.”  My mother responded with the most freeing statement that released me in many ways from this responsibility that I felt for them as they age.  She said, “Sonya, you don’t have to worry about us.  We’ll be fine.”  She said, “You have to do what makes you happy.  Not what makes others happy.  As much as I’d miss you, you have to follow your dreams and do what you need to do to be you.  Seeing you happy makes me happy.”

That was one of the most life-changing conversations I ever had with my mother.   When you have lived in or near your hometown your whole life (Chattanooga, TN was my home for 5 years during and after college) — and being an only child — you have a lot to consider when you make an international move or voyage.  I had traveled frequently throughout the past several years so my parents were used to that. However, this was the largest voyage I would be undertaking thus far and I would also be traveling alone throughout Europe with certain connections in some cities.  I had traveled alone many times before, but this was going to be the largest solo adventure yet.

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The next month, July 2014, I headed to Guadeloupe for a 2 week ministry trip where I worked as a French translator for a team from the U.S. and with the French team from Agape France.  Guadeloupe is a beautiful French Caribbean island located in the Lower Antilles.  After returning from that trip and having been immersed fully in the language for 2 weeks, I was glowing.  I was in my element and speaking French about 75% of the time.  I considered moving to Guadeloupe and even Montreal in Canada, thinking it was closer and possibly easier to do a move to those places and use my French there.  Many possibilities ran through my mind.  Ones that might img_0323have been easier than crossing that big ocean.  It was a literal journey as much as it was figurative.  To sail off a shore that was very familiar to me, toward a place in the world with soil that I had never stepped foot on, and knowing I wasn’t coming right back after a week or two.  I was nervous and a little scared, but the curiosity and the calling was louder than the fear, so I ran towards it with joyful anticipation.

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October 2014 rolled around and I wandered into a local coffee house one evening.  A nice gentleman and business owner that I met randomly that evening asked me an important question that I will never forget.  I was there only to work on my resume that evening and search for new jobs, with thoughts of starting my own business at the forefront of my mind.

This gent and I had some great conversations and he was curious about me and my life and work.  We talked about starting businesses, resumes, and career paths.  He asked me, “What do you want to do next?” Surprised at this question coming up again just a few months after my birthday/dreams conversation, I responded with, “Honestly, I don’t know.”  This wise man said, “That’s funny actually. Most people, when they start with ‘honestly’ in front of a statement, what follows is the opposite of the truth. I think you know exactly what you want.”  I said, “You know, you’re right.  I do know.  I want to move to France for a season of my life and use my French, enjoy life there, the culture, the language, and work and travel in Europe.”  He smiled at me, and said, “Well, what would it take to make that happen? ”  “Save up and probably sell everything I own,” I said.  He smiled again, “Then you know exactly what you need to do.”  🙂

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As I returned to my work life and small one bedroom apartment that week, I started to ponder the reality of this dream.  Could I really make this work?  Could I part ways with most of my possessions, my cute little apartment, my secure job here (though job security is mostly an illusion and just gets us too comfortable sometimes.)  I knew I was ready to move on from the company I had been with for almost two years.  I had dreamed of starting my own business to transition out of that job.  Could I really step out into the unknown and the uncomfortable?  How was I going to make all of this work and come together?  Through all of my outdoor and travel adventures from years past, I knew that one thing was true….if I wanted to experience the truest joy of being myself and the aliveness that I had experienced before, I had to be comfortable with being uncomfortable.  I remembered the feeling during adventures of the past, not a simple high of life, no, this was more than that.  It was a way of life.  The feeling you can get on any adventure is the euphoria of going beyond where you thought you could in order to experience the extraordinary.  Pushing yourself further than you thought you could go. It is the joy of each moment.  It is the joy of realizing you are exactly who you were meant to be and exactly where you need to be geographically.

As weeks were going by, I knew I was serious about making this dream happen and I posted this photo on my Facebook and Instagram pages at the beginning of 2015.  I had this picture of the Eiffel Tower lit up at night sitting on my mantle, a gift from my parents in recent months.  I decided it was time to stop looking at that photo of the Eiffel Tower.  I wanted to be in Paris and see it for myself.

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I wanted to break free from the norm of what it meant to be in my mid-twenties in America.  Who said I had to have my own apartment, a 9-5 work week, a nice car, and the American Dream?  I didn’t want the American Dream, I wanted my own dream.  To live on my own terms, not the terms of others or trying to meet society’s expectations. That’s not a dream or real freedom, that’s being stuck in a social construct.    So I decided it was time to aim for something different, the extraordinary adventure of risking a move to a foreign country and I was ready to see where that would ultimately lead me.

I knew it was going to be a journey through the next year to get to the point where I could leave for France.  I finally quit my job at Ramsey Solutions in April 2015 and transitioned to running my own business, Yours Truly, Events & Personal Assistant which I had been working on for months prior.  I began to watch some inspiring movies over those next few months, The Holiday; Eat Pray Love; and The Secret Life of Walter Mitty were prominent ones.  Quotes started arising at that time from these movies and books and random places, pointing me onward. These inspirations were helping me make huge steps toward my year long travel journey.  I had no idea I would end up traveling through not just France, but also Switzerland, Iceland, then later Canada to complete a year long journey.

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In the Summer of 2015, I was in the middle of running my own business, finding the freedom and time to set myself up financially by selling everything I owned.  I still didn’t know the exact date I would be leaving, but I knew it was time to start selling everything.  I had a huge yard sale for starters, then continued selling all my furniture and belongings online through Facebook trading posts and Craigslist.

In August 2015, I did a trip to visit several friends in California and to get away to refresh and recenter and think about what I really wanted.  During those two weeks, I had some amazing moments with friends and even dined at an authentically French cafe in San Diego which gave me the strange feeling I was at a cafe in Paris.  I got a call two days before I headed back to Tennessee with a job offer in Nashville which I turned down that day.  I knew clearly the job wasn’t for me as my orientation time got pushed back by two weeks.  I never expected to know exactly when the time would come to leave for France, but it always comes to us when we pay attention and are awake and listen to ourselves and the universe.  I knew without a doubt that it was time to set sail during that window and I booked the cheapest flight to Paris I could find, ironically through IcelandAir, not realizing that The Secret Life of Walter Mitty was actually filmed in Iceland……m11326236_842120685907326_605117945_nore about that later   😉

One year after being honest with myself about what I really wanted and seeing the vision of my dream — I was on a flight to Paris, France.  The morning of October 15th, after an overnight flight and layover through Iceland, the plane started to descend above the outskirts of Paris…the clouds finally broke through…and I saw, for the first time, the French countryside filled with villas and cottages and old churches and fields.  I could not believe my eyes.  I teared up as we approached the Charles de Gaulle airport.  I was tense with excitement from this long, ten hour journey from Nashville to New York City to Reykjavík, Iceland to Paris.

The day I lefdownloadt for France, while on my flight through Iceland, I checked my e-mail inbox where I receive daily quotes……and this was the quote of the day   🙂

In the following days and weeks, I would come to experience the beauty of a three month voyage throughout France, Switzerland, and Iceland.  I grew to understand the philosophy of the French, joie de vivrewhich I didn’t realize was a French saying ironically until a year later.  I discovered and experienced this joy for myself on this voyage.  I made it happen along with the help from many kind people and opportunities and synchronicity from this grand universe we live in. I never knew such joy existed.

Following your bliss will ultimately lead you to where you need to be, always.

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The Importance of Dreams & My 3 Months In Europe

Have you ever had a vision and dream that you could not stop thinking about?  It always comes up somehow by random conversations, people you meet, places you go.  It won’t leave you alone because there is a vision and dream waiting to be unearthed.  It waits to be discovered and brought to light and realized.  That’s what France was for me.

The idea of going to Europe had been on my heart for years.  Particularly, France felt like a vitamin I needed — I longed and craved for it like Vitamin C, there was energy in this place.  I knew that spiritually I was supposed to travel to this place for a season and there was an exchange that needed to take place.  I needed France and France needed me.  The people I met and the things I experienced all came into perfect harmony even in the imperfect moments.

I realized how fluently I speak the French language; I spent a week in Switzerland and traveled to the village of Bonstetten in Zürich where my great, great, great grandmother Sophia Toggweiler was born and lived before immigrating to the U.S. in the late 1800’s with her husband, Charles Rossacher, my great, great, great grandfather.  I spent time throughout France, with families and friends, in the mountains and outdoors.  I explored and discovered and learned so much.  And on the way home I spent a week in Iceland which was absolutely incredible and also a huge part of my journey.  The beauty I captured and experienced through this journey I will never forget.

So where did it all start?  What makes a girl move to a new country at 27 years old?

Perhaps the curious nature she was born with…the need to explore the world… to discover… to adventure beyond the comfortable…to find what makes her soul feel alive and present to the beauty of this world…to be in a place and culture that matches her own priorities, passions, lifestyle, language, and spirit…to share the joy and energy she has with the world…to be spiritually alive…to learn…to meet people from around the world…to cross cultural barriers and grow.

The love for travel, the outdoors, adventure, and the promptings in my spirit started at a very young age.  I had always been an explorer and adventurer, traveling to wherever I could to see new places and worlds uncharted, even if it was discovering something new in my own backyard.

My skydiving experience in October 2010 taught me a lot about myself and paralleled my view of our journey in life sometimes.  There are times in our lives that we don’t have it all figured out or every detail in place, but we know that we must do something that has been calling us, a constant whisper, a passion.  And sometimes you have to jump, before you’re “ready”, and trust that you have what it takes, both internally, and externally to make it happen.

I had taken trips and adventures over the years to other countries and parts of the world.  I spent time all over the U.S., particularly my favorite area, the West.  I camped and hiked for 3 weeks in the Grand Tetons National Park in Wyoming while leading a trip.  I hiked and traveled all around Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and California.  I did skiing, climbing, paddling, backpacking and more.  I went sea kayaking in Florida off the Keys.  I hiked parts of the Appalachian Trail in Virginia’s Shenandoah National Park and visited Washington D.C.  I spent time in Michigan and saw the Great Lakes.  I spent time exploring in the Carolinas, Georgia, Arkansas, and all over my beautiful home state of Tennessee.

I had explored many places and ventured on many, many travels.  I saw my smaller dreams come true for sure, always finding a way to pursue my heart’s passions and the adventures that make me feel alive and bring me true joy.  It’s all about connections and taking the opportunities you have before you.  I synced with North Face’s motto:  “Never stop exploring.”   That idea is part of me I think, in my DNA.  And I hope to keep exploring always.

I had also used my French in many of my travels, all over the U.S. and meeting people to speak with everywhere I go.  I even spoke with the French in New York City in 2014, and in Guadeloupe that summer where I spent 2 weeks on the French Caribbean island, translating for a U.S. ministry team which ultimately connected me to France.  I considered moving to many other places and knew I was restless staying in Franklin, Tennessee long-term.  So I couldn’t ignore it anymore. There was still a bigger dream that had always been there and it was a bigger leap.  It would require more of me than ever before.  This bigger dream was to move to the country of France for a season of my life.

I started studying the French language when I was 14 years old.  I fell in love with the language and the culture and the European way of life.  I pursued the language with diligence and continued learning, speaking and practicing ever since.

I finally arrived in France and could be immersed and speak all the time.  Overall, the dream was not just to use my French.  It was also the desire to explore this place for more than just a week or two on a vacation.  I knew that if I traveled there, I wanted to spend at least a season of my life there if not more at some point.

All of it is a gift that I’m grateful for EVERY single day.  I don’t take any day for granted. I see the beauty in all things.  Call me a romantic or an optimist, I’m really both.  And I’m also a realist.  Life is hard sometimes and it requires much of us and there are challenges and obstacles and we grow personally from all of these things. This journey has been equally challenging as it has been magical and beautiful, and I see the beauty in the challenges too.  Every day.

I’m also grateful that I had the flexibility and opportunity to make this move.  I was in between running my own business that I started in early 2015 and seeking other potential career paths.  I was no longer satisfied with any of the “career options” before me and I knew I couldn’t settle.  I never really liked the idea of the “American dream.”  That wasn’t my thing or my goal.  To have enough, to live simply and enjoy life, to build a life and be successful on my terms — that was my dream.  And to keep traveling of course, in the most affordable ways possible.  I have many passions and pursuits and hobbies, and I want my work to include those in some form or fashion.  I realized in those months leading up to my move to Europe that it was time to stop waiting for the next step.  For the “perfect time.”  This WAS my next step.  This was the perfect time.  And it was time to sail away.

To get to France, I decided to sell everything I owned and combine that with savings to fund my 3-month stay in Europe.  It’s just stuff.  I didn’t need a car in Europe and I definitely didn’t need more stuff.  I have been happier this season of my life with little and the minimum than I ever have been before with tons of stuff.

(Though, I don’t recommend bringing TWO suitcases and a backpack with you if you want to travel by train and live abroad in different places.  I had to send a suitcase back to the U.S. from Switzerland!  I couldn’t make it with 2 by train, and traveling light is my method of choice, but I didn’t know how much I would need, or how many pairs of shoes, you know, the essentials.)

I did what it took to get to Europe, including being willing to be uncomfortable both before I left and while I was there to experience the adventure fully.  To me, that is where I find the adventure of life, in the times we are willing to be uncomfortable as well as enjoying the journey.  The in-between.  Being uncomfortable awakens our senses to being alive.  We focus on our needs, not just our wants.  We can soak in even more the simple things and moments.  At least that is my experience.

My hope is for others to see their dreams through too, if they haven’t already.  If traveling to Europe, or anywhere abroad, is on your list, I have a few tips and some helpful information on my page: How to Plan & Pay for Your Next Adventure.

Regardless of what exactly our dream is — whether it is travel, a job, a place, anything.  I think it is important to remember these few things:

1) Your dreams belong to you.  And as long as you believe in yourself, you don’t need any stamp of approval except the one on your passport 😉

2) If you know in your heart you are being led in a certain direction and the opportunities are before you, you feel balanced spiritually, you aren’t just being impulsive, you’ve thought it through, the resources are there, the door is open?  GO!!!  The time is now.  All we have is the present and we can’t let life pass by and let it happen to us.  We get to happen and be present in this life, to create, to move, to have a voice and a choice, to affect the world, to share our stories, and to live freely and joyfully.  We have a vote.

3)  Warning:  You may have haters on your path as well as supporters.  You will discover you have 3 types of friends: those who pretend to be happy for you; those who are not happy for you at all (which are the “friends” you usually end up letting go of and may have not been actual friends to begin with); and those who are authentically happy for you and want the best for you, celebrate with you and your joy, your successes, and are true friends.  The last category is the type of friend you want to keep close.  The healthy ones.

4) Be prepared for both negative and positive reactions.  Be open to wisdom spiritually and practically.  Be vigilant as you consider your direction and decisions.  But at the end of the day, this is your life.  And the haters don’t get a vote.  You be you, and you let them be them.  Be un-apologetically you and be the best version of you.

5) Your dreams CAN come alive.  It might take time, planning, saving, sacrifices, and connections.  But if you know you’re supposed to do something, you must do it intentionally and courageously.

6) Lastly, do not give up.  Keep moving forward. Always.

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Adventures in Annecy, France

Annecy is one of the most incredible places I have ever visited in my life. Only 2 hours by train from Lyon, this beautiful town is located in the southeast of France in the Haute-Savoie region, just 30 minutes from Geneva, Switzerland by car and not far from Italy either. The culture of all 3 worlds is evident in Annecy including the architecture and canals. The Haute-Savoie region is also home to Mont Blanc, the tallest of peaks in the Alps mountain range and in western Europe.

Everyone I met in Lyon told me “Ah tu restes sur Lyon pendant un temps? Il faut que tu visites la ville d’Annecy! C’est si beau!! C’est une belle ville!” (Oh you’re staying in Lyon for a time? It’s necessary that you visit Annecy! It’s so beautiful! It’s a beautiful town!)  After hearing multiple people mention it, I decided to book a train ticket back in November. I originally planned to visit the weekend of November 14th, but that was the day after the Paris attacks and I decided I didn’t want to travel that day. It ended up being the perfect timing to visit Annecy during the weekend of December 5th-7th, mainly because of the Christmas market!  I would have missed it had I gone in November, and visiting Annecy during the Christmas season is truly a magical experience. It’s like a fairy tale town to begin with and then you add Christmas lights, music, local markets, and all the charm — well it’s just overwhelming in the most joyful way! If you are ever in France, please visit this town. You can also do an excursion to Switzerland before or after since it’s so close!


On December 5th, with just a backpack and my purse for the 3 day voyage, I was off by train through the mountains. On the way there, we passed lakes and rivers and chateaus and villages — it was incredible just seeing the scenery on the way to Annecy. As soon as I arrived around noon, I stepped out of the train station into the cool and crisp winter air and saw my first view of the Alps again. They surround the town and the lake and you can see the mountains from almost anywhere in the city as they tower over the landscape. I headed straight to my AirBNB host’s apartment and it was such a delightful experience! Harriet and her husband Gustavo greeted me at the door along with their cool and adventurous cat, Miu. (This cat was literally the coolest cat I’ve ever met — his personality, playfulness, and all around unique character for a cat was precious.)

Harriet, a beautiful blonde from England with short pixie-style hair and a charming accent and smile, showed me to my room. She made me a cup of tea and we began chatting in the kitchen about life, France, and what to see in Annecy. Their apartment was truly delightful and quaint and the view of the mountains from the kitchen window was unbelievable. What a view to wake up to everyday.

Harriet and I are kindred spirits it seems and it was so fun to connect with her about culture and perspectives and life. I was so curious about her story and how she ended up in France. Her story of coming to France was similar to mine in many ways. She found that she wasn’t enjoying life fully in her town in England, just working and living there mostly, and decided that she must find another place to live and a new adventure that is fitting and true to herself. Though, my move was for a shorter term, it inspired me toward the potential of moving long-term one day and it was refreshing to meet someone with a similar story. I do appreciate my hometown of Franklin, a quaint little historic town in Tennessee and I appreciate growing up in America. There are perks there and opportunities and I’m grateful for all of them. I just found that I perhaps wasn’t supposed to stay there long-term, that my heart was made for another place.

It is also slightly easier for European Union (EU) nationals to live anywhere else in the EU because of the Free Movement Agreement. They have the right to work in any country in the European Economic Area (EEA) without a work permit. Harriet’s parents were already living in Annecy and run a Bed & Breakfast there, so she moved to Annecy to start a new life. She eventually found work in Geneva, Switzerland (being only a short distance away) and met her husband, Gus, in Spain on holiday! Gus speaks Spanish of course and also French, so all weekend it was three languages — Harriet and Gus speaking Spanish, speaking French with Gus, and I spoke English with Harriet.  It was quite a cultural experience and I even learned a little more Spanish!

That afternoon I headed out into the town to explore, only needing to walk about 10 minutes to reach the town center. I stopped at a cafe that was very inviting, located on the street corner with beautiful rose bushes outside the windows. I ordered a piece of brioche stuffed with salmon and feta which came with a green salad and the famous French vinaigrette dressing that I have come to love so much. I also ordered a cappuccino which came with a homemade tiny cake on the side.

(Side Note:  One thing I love about the traditional cafes in France is that you always receive a little piece of chocolate, cake, or cookie with your coffee or espresso beverage. Unless it’s an English-style cafe that specializes in English espresso drinks, you probably won’t get the petite dessert on the side. That’s also a different cafe culture but equally good.)

This cafe, Sur Les Pas de La Petite Botte, (In The Footsteps of The Little Boot) was a cross between an English tea parlor and a typical French cafe. It had a vintage feel and a certain poshness to it, British tea pots and cups everywhere, mixed and matched in design, served on a tray. Also accompanying the ambiance was a thrifty, vintage collection of furniture and a piano located against the wall with a guitar and djembe next to it for anyone to play. Old books were spread throughout the cafe for guests to pick up and satisfy their curiosity of literature from centuries past.  No Wi-Fi of course, as it wasn’t needed.  People were chatting and enjoying the food and coffee and that was enough.

After I left the cafe, I began walking towards Lake Annecy which I was told was straight ahead. I passed river canals that looked like Venice and cute storefronts and people on bicycles wearing berets. I saw people greeting each other on the streets with the bise kisses (cheek to cheek) which is something I love about the French.  It’s an interesting part of the French culture — when you meet for the first time or part ways, you do this manner of greeting. Usually if you’re close to the person it’s a real kiss versus the sound of a kiss. Occasionally, men will shake hands. Sometimes friends will offer both a hug and the kisses. But typically, it’s just the cheek to cheek. That’s one thing that’s sweet about being here and something that is natural with the people that I’ve met. It’s so culturally different and inviting at the same time. It’s not rare to see couples and families often holding hands in the streets, embracing, hugging, and kissing, or sometimes nose to nose all at the same time.

Affection — it’s a beautiful and expressive part of the French culture that I have come to love so much.  The French are not afraid to show affection publicly.  No one even notices the couple making out at the cafe or hugging for long periods of time outside the restaurant.  It’s cute and it’s cultural and it’s very, very French.


I continued toward the end of the street and eventually the space opened up to a grand park and the view of the mountains and lake right in front of me. It was just unreal. I was there around sunset to see the pink hues hitting the mountainside with the blue sky and the clouds hovering over the water. Swans and ducks of all kinds floated on the surface. The waterfront was gorgeous and inviting and as I walked around the lake I could see down the valley in between the mountains. The vast snow-covered Alps seemed so close yet extended far in the distance, all encompassing Lake Annecy and towns further away. This place brought a calmness to my soul. I sat there for a while on the dock and just watched the sun disappear, the water flowing, the families walking, and the simple beauty.

That evening I walked through the old town briefly, through one of the Christmas markets, seeing the lights all around, buying a few things here and there. I heard live music in the street and then Christmas music to follow. There was a Christmas themed light show projected on Hotel de Ville (the town hall) and it was designed exactly to match the structure of the building. With music to accompany, the show was something I had never seen before and was made to look like a view inside Santa’s workshop. Annecy definitely housed the Christmas spirit all around. I passed booths selling hot chocolate, hot apple cider, hot wine, pretzels, beignets, and more. I saw a giant Christmas tree lit up with a giant star on the top. Families, kids, couples and friends wandered the streets. It was definitely the place to be in the Christmas season.

With a few bags in hand I headed back to the apartment since it was getting colder that night. I ran into Harriet at the front door and we climbed the stairs to her 4th floor apartment. She asked if I wanted to join she and her friends that night for a little soirée. She and a few friends were going out and there would be expats there from other places too. I said, “of course!” and was delighted by the invitation.

That night I met more locals and friends of Harriet and Gus from several nationalities: French, American, and even a Canadian. I spoke with the Canadian for a while about North American culture, politics, French culture and lifestyle and more. I had so much fun that night and enjoyed more conversation with Harriet over a glass of champagne.

The next day I ventured out again and stopped at a little Thai place for lunch (oddly enough) with an appealing menu of a “Thai box to go.” This was actually one of the most delicious and authentic Thai meals I have ever eaten. The chef prepared it fresh right there on the spot and it was a blend of fresh chicken, rice, vegetables, and seasoning. I took this little meal and headed down to the lake again. I couldn’t get enough of that view. I sat there on the pier and ate my lunch with the incredible view, a special dining spot for one. This time it was the afternoon, so the lighting was different, the water was a unique turquoise blue. The water is so pure there and flows from the mountains of course. It is said that Lake Annecy has the purest water in all of France. Possibly in all of Europe, but I’m not sure about that one. It’s possible!

I then headed through the old town again, walking down the streets from the Middle-Ages, in awe of the architecture and design of the buildings. Window shutters and building fronts of all colors, canals and bridges, flowers in window sills, abounding in French and Swiss culture. I visited the Palais de L’Île (Chateau of the Island) which was the old prison and is now a museum. The outside is quite beautiful and the interior preserved. It was full of history. I also bought a few things at the Christmas market that evening and ate dinner at an authentic Italian restaurant.

My last day in Annecy on Monday started bright and early. I stopped by the same cafe again for a little breakfast and coffee.  This time, I saw two men playing chess there at the table which was just simply awesome. In fact, they were teaching each other chess moves. Brilliant.  Before I left, I thanked the woman who runs the cafe for her delicious food and the experience and said a farewell.

I headed into the old town again with plans to see the town castle. I had no idea there was a castle until Harriet mentioned it! I didn’t look closely enough at the brochure from the Office of Tourism I guess to notice the Museé Chateau d’Annecy. Nonetheless, I was thrilled to venture through the town on my last day and see new things. I went through little passageways this time, tunnels under buildings, and ancient pathways.

I stumbled upon another cathedral in the center of town on this beautiful sunny Monday. It was called Cathedral Saint-Pierre. The door was open, as most cathedral doors remain open all the time for visitors, and I wandered in. It was a little dark but the sunlight was shining through the beautiful stained-glass windows. There was no one else in sight. I was the only one in this beautiful, age-old cathedral.  I was silent and in awe as I walked to the front. I turned around and looked up, and I was eyes-wide open at the beautiful site before me. I think I managed to whisper a “Wow….” out loud and that’s it.  In that beautiful moment, right after noon, the sunlight peered through the round stained-glass window at the top of the cathedral. Me standing there, alone and content, full of boundless joy, in the spotlight of the sun shining through colorful glass with Jesus pictured in the center and the saints in the circle all around him. I couldn’t help but accept this as a sweet, little gift from God. A little smile from heaven on my last day in Annecy and during this incredible journey. I stood there for a few moments to take it in, and then I walked out into the sunshine gleaming with a smile on my face. I don’t think anything or anyone could’ve caused that smile to disappear that day. I recognized the freedom I had on this journey, the joy, the gifts, all of it.

This town made my heart sing. In fact, all the time here in France I’m constantly singing! When I walk through the streets, maybe even while preparing dinner, most days, I’m singing or humming. The times in my life where I have been so happy in the simplest of ways, even in other places in the world, I sing. France has been one of those places, and most definitely the town of Annecy.

That afternoon I wandered up the hill through the old town following signs towards the castle. It was a steep, beautiful hill. I saw the old farmhouse on the left with little apartments woven in now, reminding me of something out of a fairy-tale. The streets, the design of the town, the views, everything.

In fact, many villages like this one in Annecy in the Haute-Savoie region, as well as the region of Alsace, and various castles in France have inspired movies that we know today such as Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (La Belle et la Bête*) which was originally written by French novelist, Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont and published in 1756.  Some historians say the true original version of La Belle et la Bête was authored by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve but that the version was much different from the version we know today, which is the version rewritten and published by Beaumont.  I was so intrigued by this place and how it reminded me of a fairy tale I had seen that I even looked up places that inspired Disney films!  During my search, I found this really cool article:  20 Real World Places That Have Inspired Disney Movies

At the summit of the hill, I turned around and I saw the castle.  Hovering over the city, there it was.  I understood why this place inspired many with its fairy-tale village ambiance.  I felt like a little kid exploring that day. I think it’s a gift to be able to experience joy like this.  I think we can choose to live our lives being numb to feelings, including sadness or bitterness, refusing to be real with ourselves or others. Or, we can allow ourselves to feel. That requires allowing in all the emotions on the scale in our life. I think in order to know what joy is we must have also experienced sadness. We’re human. All the emotions count. I can say that I have done the work to process all kinds of feelings in my life. I strive to be real with myself and others. And that day, I experienced real, pure joy along with a grateful heart for the gift of this place and this voyage.

I continued on and arrived at the castle doors in the front courtyard, seeing a beautiful view of the city. I thought, “How do I get in?” “Is it closed?”. Then someone walked up to the door, scanned a badge, opened the tiny door in the middle, and walked on through. I saw a peek of the inside courtyard. “Wow!!!” I thought, “Wait a minute, how did you get in there?”  (He went through the door so quickly, and there were others standing there with me, also looking at each other with confusion.  We laughed because apparently we needed a badge to enter as well.) Sometimes museum and business hours are strange on Mondays, and I forgot that it was Monday.  Another person, and apparent staff member, walked up to open the door and I said, “Excusez-moi, c’est fermé?” (It’s closed?). The man said, “C’est ouvert à 14 heures.” (It’s open at 2:00pm).  It was now 1:25pm and I wanted to also take a tour of Lake Annecy for just 14 Euros which was at 3:00pm. I thanked the man and said I would be back.

I headed down the hill and wandered through the Christmas market again trying to figure out my plan of action. My train was going to depart from Annecy at 5:53pm so I had to have enough time to make it back to the apartment on foot and pack up my few things and head to the train station that evening.  I didn’t want to carry my backpack around with me all day of course, so I just planned to come back to the apartment briefly before I left town.

I saw the port straight ahead where the boat tours depart from, and as I was about to cross the street in that direction, I was lured to the Christmas market booth right next to me by the smell of something savory. I needed a little lunch so I wandered over there and saw all of these people eating some kind of orange soup. I asked a lady, “Excusez-moi, madame, mais qu’est-ce que c’est? La soupe?” She said, “c’est La Soupe Paysanne.”   I saw the sign for it and I asked the woman at the booth for a cup of whatever that was and a hot chocolate.

I then walked over to the port and into the park around the lake and sat down at a bench and looked up.  Tall giant sequoias towered over me and I could smell the scent of pine sitting there!  Moments like these allow me to understand the meaning of the word “merry.”  I was merry that day and in that moment.  I started to eat the soup and I can say that this was the best soup I have ever tasted to date.  I ate it all in a matter of 5-10 minutes I think.  It was absolutely delicious.  I appreciated all the senses that day. Sometimes we forget to stop and smell the roses, or the pine trees. And I think life is meant to be enjoyed in that manner, in the simplicity of our senses.

 


If you are intecountry-soup1.jpgrested in trying this simple and  delicious soup, you can find the recipe here:      

La Soupe Paysanne 

The version of the soup at the Christmas market had all the vegetables minced from a blender, or chopped finely, no zucchini possibly; and instead of dill, they used bay leaves, or fresh, dried aromatic herbs.  I used bay leaves/aromatic herbs when I made it myself after returning to Lyon and the taste was very similar.


I headed over towards the boat and saw a guy jump over the boat deck and walking my way. I stopped him and asked if I could purchase tickets there and he told me yes, that was the location and that he would be back in a few minutes. We chatted for a bit about the castle and how I wanted to see both the castle and do the tour of Lake Annecy. He informed me the tour was a duration of one hour and that the castle closed at 5:00 p.m. so I would have to hurry up the hill (a 10 minute walk) after the tour ended.

I had about 45 minutes to spare so I walked around the lake a bit and saw a different view of the mountains from the park. I then walked back towards the spot from where I first saw Lake Annecy. I knew that I would only get that complete view just one last time before I left. I sat there on the dock for about 30 minutes just taking in the view and the sunshine.

I then headed back over to the port again to jump on board for a tour of the lake.  I smiled at the guy as I boarded and had returned as I promised.  I sat on the front deck outside, willing to be cold out in the winter wind on the lake with the rest of the crowd, all of us there together because we wanted the best possible view!  I bundled up in my hat and gloves and off we went! We passed all the other towns and villages on the lake, hearing the history behind each one. We saw 2 more castles on the lake and closer views of the rest of the mountains that you can see from the shore.  Breathtaking.

After the tour, I was the first one off the boat and I thanked the young man operating the boat for the information and the lovely tour. He said, “Allez tout droit au château! Profites-en! Bonne soirée! Au revoir!” (Head straight ahead to the castle! Enjoy it! Have a good evening! Good bye!)  I thanked him and waived goodbye with a smile and said, “Merci beaucoup! Au revoir!”

I had no time to waste and knew I must walk quickly if I wanted to see the castle before it closed and also not miss my train. I headed out of the park and crossed the street, running through the Christmas market, over the bridge, through the town, straight to the foot of the hill. I saw what I thought was a short cut to the right – a little hidden passageway up the hill, adjacent to the castle.  So I ran up and sure enough it was a little passageway!  I saved some time that way and continued to the front of the castle door. It was open this time and I saw the full view of the courtyard. I walked up to the ticket office and the girl mentioned that they close in 45 minutes. I assured her I knew and that this was my last day in Annecy so I wanted to be sure to see the castle since I had to leave town that evening. She understood, smiled, and gave me my ticket.

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This castle was constructed starting in the 13th century and continued with additions until the 16th century.  The Counts of Geneva resided there for a time. It was abandoned in the 17th century and used as barracks until 1947. The town of Annecy took over the castle in 1953 and restored it alongside the historical association and turned it into a museum which it has remained ever since.*  The museum has temporary expositions of artists, fine art, contemporary art, and more.  IMG_0836

I entered the castle and quickly walked through each part and through little corridors. I climbed the stairs and saw each level. I hardly saw anyone else and basically was wandering through on my own. About 15 minutes till 5:00, I was the only one left!  I had the castle all to myself!  I couldn’t believe it!  I wandered through the last accessible level and stood in one of the towers overlooking the city as the sun was starting to set.  I then saw a giant hallway with more art and a passageway with an arch design.  I knew I had to go explore that, so I walked down the hallway and on through.  It was a dark, giant room, probably used for banquets back in the day.  The floors were so old they squeaked and to the left was a giant corridor with a view from the largest tower. I went through there and just stood in awe as I looked out the huge window.

I knew they were closing in 5 minutes so I quickly headed back through each of the chambers and descended the stairs and headed outside, walking to the edge of the interior courtyard which overlooks Lake Annecy and the city. You can actually see a full view of the castle from out on the lake from the boat.  The castles were built on the hills of course to have a protective view of the town and surrounding areas. The sunset was happening right then as I stood there alone, taking in the view above the rooftops and the cathedrals and the lake. It was incredible to be there in that moment. My heart was full of gratitude for the gift of that experience.

It was getting dark and I knew I had a train to catch. So I left and walked back through the main castle doors at the entrance and quickly descended the hill.  I realized my train was going to leave in about 45 minutes, so I started running through the old town and back to the main city center, continuing down the street in the direction of the apartment.  I knew I didn’t have much time to get back and grab my belongings and head to the train station so I hustled!  I arrived at the apartment and quickly packed up and said goodbye.  The train station was only 10 minutes away and the train was departing in 20 minutes, so I thought, “Ok, I can make it!!”  It was well worth the hustle to see everything I saw that day!

I walked quickly to the station with my backpack and pizza box in hand (leftovers from the Italian restaurant the night before). I ran into the lobby, saw the train was departing from Platform B, and ran down the stairs and onto the train.  I sat down and caught my breath and had literally 5 minutes to spare.  “Quelle journée!”  I thought.  I actually thought in French!  {What a day!}

*References:  Google, Wikipedia, Good Reads

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