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| Uluwatu, Bali. Feb 2016 |
The day before yesterday I returned home after six weeks of traveling, most of which doing so alone. It involved many firsts - amongst other things it being my first time riding a plane by myself, my first time leaving Europe, and my first time traveling anywhere by myself.
Every year of my life up until now, my family and I have had two or three weeks of summer vacation together, which we spend going to Italy to visit my mother's side of the family. We would stay at the same house, go to the same restaurants, visit the same beach, see the same people as the previous year. And I had absolutely no problem with it. I loved, and still love, knowing a place so far away so well, being able to navigate around without a map or GPS, knowing where all the good, hidden places are, and having a network of people so different from my everyday usual which I can still talk to as if we say each other every day. This area in Italy, that house, is like a second home to me. And I am incredibly happy that we did go to that same place every year for my 20 years of life.
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| The Bed and Breakfast we visit two times every year, on the way to Italy. Germany. July 2015 |
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| Gaeta, Italy. July 2014 |
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| The Italian freeway, on our way home. July 2015 |
I am twenty years old. I graduated 'gymnasium' (a three-year primary education in Denmark) last summer. I worked two jobs for half a year just after, one full-time in a bank and one part-time as a waitress. My job at the bank ended as 2015 did, leaving me with all the money I had saved up throughout school and those six months and a way too much free time. My friends are still working, I will not be going back to school this summer, and nothing is really keeping be bound to Denmark. This is the time to try something new. And so I did.
Traveling to the other side of the world by myself has easily been the most exiting, rewarding, and self-building experience of my life, and if I had the chance, I would leave again tomorrow. I don't really do, though. But I will dream myself away through the pictures from my trip and look forward to next winter when I will be going back to Asia. Maybe do a little more reading of travel blogs and google-searching cheap flights and jobs abroad than usual. Expect some more badly-written posts about my experience and stories and dreams regarding travel, along with some semi-quality photos taken with my phone and compact digital camera.
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| Uluwatu, Bali. Feb 2016 |
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| (Just outside of) Kaoh Tang, Cambodia. Feb 2016 |
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| Ubud, Bali. Feb 2016 |
