When I told one of my friends who had been to Malta just a few months ago that I would be spending 6 days here, he told me I would be bored. It's a small country with not much to do, he said. And while it is small, and the sites are limited compared to other destinations, there is plenty to do and I was far from bored. Every day I spent in Malta my love for the tiny nation grew and grew.
Budapest captured my heart. I don't know if it was the rich history, incredible architecture, vibrant (but not overwhelming) night life, the breathtaking way the city lights up when the sun goes down, or perhaps just having two amazing Couchsurfing hosts who made me feel welcomed and shared their own love of the city with me, but something just drew me to the city in a magical way.
When I first decided to drop everything and spend a year backpacking, the first question that popped into my mind was “how the hell am I going to pack for this?” I began obsessively reading countless blog posts on packing for long trips and even did a few “trial packs” to get a sense of how much I could fit into my backpack without making it uncomfortably heavy. Based on this and the relatively minimal personal experience I have with backpacking, I learned a few key lessons that helped me finalise my packing list.
In the wake of Trump’s election and inauguration, that scaling back has felt both superfluous and necessary. After having time to process the results, part of me has been eager to get out and fight harder than I’ve ever fought before, ready to use every second of free time organising and protesting.