I ended 2017 with a big fat exclamation point by spraining my ankle while hiking to a really cool gorge (and then jumping 15 meters (50 feet) into a rock pool with said sprained ankle… but that’s a story for another blog post!).
Well my friends, I’m afraid this is a tale of travel dreams being tarnished by craptastic weather.
You can plan the bejesus out of a trip, go well out of your way to reach a destination, and even allot extra days to thoroughly enjoy it – but you can’t do a damned thing about the weather other than try to make the most of it.
Would you believe me if I told you that my recent 3.5 week trip to France and Italy only cost me $411?
Well it’s true! Obviously if we’re looking at raw spend, my expenses totaled way more than that amount.
Who travels to Paris and skips the Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, and Angelina’s?
Yep, that’d be me. I didn’t visit any museums, OD on pastries and sweets, or try snails or any other French delicacies on my recent week-long trip to Paris.
Last week, I found myself smack in the middle of a scene that most American girls only fantasize about: at a hipster speak easy in the company of a charming Frenchman.