The not so glamorous p1

The not so glamorous p1

Traveling can be a great, beautiful and wonderful eye opening experience. But do people ever talk about the not so glamorous side of traveling?

You know- when your stuck in traffic trying to get crosstown in London to make your flight to Spain? Or when your staying in an air bnb in Amsterdam and can’t figure out for the life of you how to use the washer and end up fucking up all your underwear? Or accidentally drinking the water in Morocco and having to go to a pharmacy in Romania just to get meds so you’ll stop shitting your pants?

Nope. Not a peep of this. Well all of these these instances are true and have all happened to me so let’s get into it. 

I hope I took the right doses because Google translate did not help with this one


I’ve been to Morocco twice. First time I was a cautious Cathy. Didn’t drink the water, didn’t use ice cubes in my drinks and didn’t even brush my teeth without a bottle nearby. Luckily I escaped unscathed. The second time I was a little more ballsy and had been already traveling for about 2 weeks at that point. I brushed my teeth with the water, ordered ice in every drink and even let a little shower water get in my mouth after a particularly rough hike and I felt fine! Until I didn’t. Towards the end of my Morocco trip I started to feel a little funny, which I merely chalked up to travelers stomach (yes, it’s a real thing). When I got to Sevilla a few days later I knew something was definitely wrong so I stocked up on some trusty digestive cookies (a real Spanish staple) and kept it moving. However it wasn’t until  a week later when I found myself in Romania driving back from Draculas castle that I knew something was wrong. 

Clearly too excited to notice the rumbling going on beneath the surface. 

As we were rounding a corner entering a small town I  thought to myself “this is it. This is the moment when your life will change forever because you’re literally about to poop in your pants”. My life flashed before my eyes and I actually almost cried. Real question. Have you ever almost shit your pants? Like clenching your butt cheeks, praying, vision going blurry shit your pants. It’s like you can see the future and it’s not bright, you know from that moment on your life will forever be divivded into two parts like BC and AC. BS and AS – before shitting and after shitting. Just imagine for a second what your life you would be like if you actually pooped your pants at the age of 27 and were not drunk or had a serious illness. Anyways, In the middle of her story I blurted out UHIHAVETOFINDABATHROOMLIKENOW.  

Luckily my travel companion knew me well enough to know that it was an emergency, we found a somewhat abadoned restaurant, waddled our way inside and the rest is history. When we got back to Bucarest we made a beeline to the nearest pharmacy. Lucky for me Europes pharmacies are very different from Americas. In these pharmacies you walk in, tell the pharmacist what’s wrong with you and bam. You got your meds. No questions, no prescription, no nothing. So to the pharmacist in old town Romania. Thank you for saving my intensities, my dignity and my wallet. Although I have no idea what these boxes say because I speak approximately 0 words of Romanian, as far as I’m concerned these are little miracles in a box and cost a whopping $4. 

So ladies an gentlemen the lesson here is to never drink the water in Morocco,  always have a pepto bismal handy when traveling and never be ashamed about trying to explain to a random Romanian stranger that you need meds to stop you from violently pooping your pants. It happens to the best of us.

Happy Travels!!  

The only thing I could eat in Bucarest 

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Mish- Mash

Mish- Mash

Obviously on this blog (like any other) you only put up the best of the best. But what about the outtakes? the photos that make you cringe when you look back on them, or the ones that you wouldn’t normally share because they’re super personal, or random ones that you think – hmm will this make the readers want to click through my blog?

Here’s a few of my favorites.

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This photo was taken on what can only be described as the flight from fucking hell. We decided to take Ryan air (a super cheap airline) to Ireland for the weekend. Luckily they were having a sale and roundtrip tickets were $98. Anyone who’s ever lived in Europe for an extended period time has probably taken Ryan Air for this reason. But it’s literally like a bus in the sky. Flying north (I didn’t know this) is rough, weather, winds etc. But it also felt as if the pilot had taken several Ambien before the flight because it was bumpy, the whole.entire.time. and not like oh there’s a little turbulence, like if felt like the sky was trying to shake us out of it. Anyways, I took this photo because even though the view outside was beautiful I thought that might be last moment on earth.

This was also in Ireland – although the weather wasn’t super super shitty, this day was. It was our last day in Ireland and we really wanted to see St. Patricks Cathedral and this one other park that my host mom suggested. So we sucked it up, got our umbrellas and walked through the park to St. Patricks. Lucky for us Monday morning at 9:30 is the best time to see all the sites because everyone is either working, sleeping or on a rainy day, trying to stay dry. Anyways, it’s not the most amazing photo but it reminds me of a great day.

 

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This is the Botanical garden in Madrid, in the middle of January, perhaps the worst time to go; however, we LOVED it. There was maybe one other couple there and even though all the plants were dead I found it to be absolutely magical. Because of this trip, we all have an obsession with going to parks on gloomy days.

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