On my last day alone in Madrid, after all my friends had dispersed back to their respective homes and extended adventures, I wandered through Retiro Park.
There I found El Palacio de Cristal. This building of almost entirely steel and glass is a whimsical and airy building planted in the foliage of the park. It was originally built in 1887 to hold exotic plants and now houses temporary exhibits.
The exhibit on display in this utilizes your imagination and the surrounding trees to create an artistic space. The different colored circles come in pairs and are meant to create an illusion of columns that represent the tall trees outside the building.
The last two months have been a whirlwind of change. I spent one week traveling up the California coast, came home only because I had a job interview, realized that I didn’t fit the agency at all, had an interview for a different company fall into my lap, went to Vegas and, while en route to Sin City, received an email offering me my first post-college job. I’ve been working as Lead Writer for nearly two months now and have been enjoying the 9-5 stability and steady income that comes with it.
The downside to my new life of fully-embraced adulthood is I’ve stopped writing for fun. In order to revamp my blog and jumpstart my creativity, I’ll be posting a new photo from my world travels and sharing a little piece of my story each day for the next 100 days.
Follow along as I recount my life on the road.
I guess this means I’m not afraid of heights?
PARAGLIDING IS SO FREAKING AWESOME!
I’m not an all-caps person, so you know this had an impact on me.
We got to Austria about the same time as the fog and drizzle. I got in a van and they shuttled us up the mountain anyway to see if we would be able to fly. That’s when the rain really rolled in. We sat hopefully outside of a ski-lodge cabin and watched the clouds dump water down the hillside, broken only by the occasional burst of lightening. (more…)
An Hour in Germany’s First Concentration Camp
Children playing in front of mangled body art
Our pitstop between Prague and Munich was far more somber than our other stops. We had an hour and a half to roam Dachau, the first concentration camp in Germany. Standing in the crematorium where thousands of bodies were incinerated impressed on me the enormity of the situation. As big and horrible as I cognitively knew it was, I don’t think I could fully wrap my head around the terrors of the holocaust.
On one of the first days of the trip, everyone on the bus got up to introduce themselves and to say the city they are most excited for. A huge majority of people said they were most looking forward to Prague.
I literally had no idea what was in Prague.