Yesterday morning we made our way to the food market, Balti Jamma Turg, in Tallinn for some street food and free time before our bus to Riga that afternoon. I mostly just relaxed with some coffee while the rest of the gang wandered off to do their own thing. But I did get to indulge in some Uzbek food for lunch, which was delicious.
Well rested after naps and a good night's sleep, this morning we got to see Stockholm in a non-zombie state. We left shortly after 11:00 and walked 20 to the ferry in Old City to catch the 82 ferry to the island of Djurgården so we could experience the most highly rated thing to do in Stockholm: the Skansen.
After eating a delicious, healthy and free breakfast at the hostel, Carol and I decided to go check out Sankt Jørgens Sø, a series of human-made rectangular lakes marking the western edge of the city. There were countless runners out and about, as well as families going for strolls with children, making it a quintessential fall Sunday morning in a beautiful European city. Soon we decided to grab some coffee and sit outside of the cafe people watching and absorbing the culture of Copenhagen, which included lost of talented and creative street performers.
One of my favourite jobs that I had during university (and I had a lot) was tour guiding. While Bucknell is far from perfect, at the end of the day I love the community, education, and overall experience I had during my four years there. Getting to share that experience and that love of Bucknell with prospective students was amazing.
A little over a year ago, the chilly fall weekend before Halloween, I made my first international solo trip. Sure, I had travelled solo within the United States many times and gone abroad a number of times with family or friends. I had even moved abroad - but I had an almost instantaneous support system thanks to my university and the nature of student life. Even with these past travel experiences, at that time even the prospect of travelling alone to a foreign country where I knew no one and didn't speak the language seemed absolutely ridiculous. I remember getting off the plane in Luxembourg City, feeling anxious about navigating the bus to the city-centre, where I would then get the train to Esh-sur-Alzette to meet my AirB&B host. What if I can't figure out how to buy a ticket? What if I miss my stop? What if the bus just doesn't show up? What if I get on the wrong train? What if my AirB&B host doesn't show? I was practically sweating I was so nervous.
Imagine. You’re in Paris for the first time after dreaming of visiting the City of Lights for over a decade. Your excitement is overwhelming – crepes, the Eiffel Tower, cheese, the Louvre, Versailles, Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe, and the countless other sites and experiences of Paris are at your beckon call. Oh and the wine. Can’t forget the wine. You are even qualified for free entry to most places because you’re under 25 and an EU resident so budget be damned, the city is yours for two full days. Nothing can stop you.