Hi I am Carissa, I'll be your student nurse...

Entering the doors at 5:30am of my first day on the floor as a Student Nurse. Ready to work magic. Be a superstar. Heal everyone. In all honestly I put my scrubs on like I had done it a million and one times and I was ready.

I thought.


I was assigned a few patients. Duties were to overlook, assess, and aid for the next 6 hours. I gathered names, chart info, anddddd then my nerves kicked in...
                     I was just about to enter my very first patients room. Without someone holding my hand.. this was my time to shine.

Shinning was far from what I did.

Knock,Knock.

No response...entering slowly, grabbing gloves

I froze.

There laid my first patient.

Female


frail, elderly, unconscious, nonverbal, catheter, oxygen tubes,cold.....and her husband near overlooking her with tears flooding his face.

Hi.
ummm

 I'm Carissa......

my eyes filled up, my heart was racing much faster than my own patients....


I was standing before the most dreaded day of this man's life. The nearing death of his wife.

I couldn't find words.... I knew all I was in there to do, is to check in, and "move/rotate"  my patient every 2 hours.

After what seemed like days, I finally told the husband what I needed to do. He stepped out of the room before I could say anymore, he couldn't. I couldn't. Another student and I began to rotate her, to avoid bed sores. In reality this was the last task that I wished to do, for all I wanted to do was to crawl into her bed, hold her tight, rip out my own heart and give it to her.

I had this wave of something flash before me. As I am holding her head. Dead weight. Keeping her oxygen tube and catheter tube stable as my classmate slowly rotates the rest of her body, dozens of pillows around her. She has no idea. I fought tears, her head in my palm. I was having the hardest time.

This energy filled the room slowly...assuring me I was there for all the right reasons. This rush that felt so important slowly allowed me to breathe.
She was repositioned. She was delicate, beautiful,  she was dying.

Taking off my gloves backing out of the room one baby step at a time...one single tear streamed down my face, glancing at my watch...whispering I would be back in less than 2 hours to do as assigned again.....

I knew her husband would be behind me as I exited the room. He was. I hugged him. Firmly. Attempted to tell him what I did.

I couldn't.

He knew. I knew.

There was nothing much more.


I allowed him to enter her room closing the door behind him. Helplessly I stood, blankly stared at my classmate.

Welcome to day one on the floor.

Nursing has a whole new meaning.

Day 1.

She passed an hour and a half later....just minutes before I was due back.

It was the heaviest my heart has felt in quite some time as she flatlined. Slow motion we all did our parts.

A death right before my eyes, of a stranger that I felt I knew a lifetime.

Taking my scrubs off after my first shift was much hard to do. I felt like the job wasn't over, the story wasn't finished. I wanted to take the husband out for some coffee. 2439 questions unanswered.

Death.

What a small, 5 lettered word, that completes everyone's lifelong story.

I don't think I've done much since then. Thursday was a long, rewarding, yet unsettling day.

I cant get Thursday off my mind.

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Indiana is growing on me.


Becoming a nurse is absorbing me.


Day 1 will always be with me.

Indiana, where there is nothing, and nothing is okay.

Welcome to the Wild wild Midwest...

Fireflies flickering in between the Chinese Elms, debating to grab a jar to catch them and reminisce my childhood or to catch the suckers barehand and smear the bug juice and pretend I am at a rave with neon paint on.

The midwest sounded very unsettling as Dad and I landed 2 weeks ago. With our first stop at White Castle, and our order totaling 3 dollars I knew this culture shock was just beginning. 

Having the Green side of the fam dear and near is such a treat. You never realize how great family is till they are right under your nose, the Greens always allow for a hoot of a time.

Before I could really allow myself to panic about this whole midwest thing, I forced Holly to come spend the night with me, my first night at my new apartment, and she was here in under 2 hours. THAT is lovely. Long distance friendships should be illegal, never can escape them. Holly calmed the storm, and overnight I was ready for this next leap.

Last Monday I entered the doors of Saint Elizabeth Nursing school. Surrounded by worried faces, and tumbling stomachs. I was sweating and eager to hear how screwed I was. 

Nonetheless day one was pleasant, information overload, but pleasant. Met a friend, didn't burst into tears, was reissued scrubs that fit...first pair were more on the gangster-swag side.

and

It was a happy day.

Indiana in whole is a lot like getting lost in a corn maze. Small country roads, and tons of tall tall cornstalks making every dang road look exactly the same. The massive windmills in every pasture don't help much either. The men are gentleman, the girls all looking for a farmer. The food is weak, the wine is weaker. 

But I am happy. 

My home is cozy and a huge DIY project success. 

My roommate is rad and supports my endless desire to decorate and organize. She even allows me to continue to share my tradition of drinking out of mason jars like my previous roommates and I did, so far two thumbs up.

My forever dream to be a nurse is finally here. Its time to shine. 

I texted Holly the night before my very first day, saying "tomorrow is the day"

She set reality in quickly saying before you know you will be sending me the same text the night before you graduate. 

It's true.

As much of a anti-school person I am, I am excited. The wait is over.

This past weekend was "moving" to say the least. In short, flew to Texas for a convention of a product I have been a full believer in from day one...Zeal. Its my hangover cure, as well as my daily dose of amazingness. Natural energy, loaded with vitamins, sways illness, just amazing. 

Nonetheless the company itself is a Christian believing company, that always ends their 3 day conventions on Sunday with a day of worship. To be honest...I had a lot on my mind. Homework piled up to my ears, and I had no desire to be there nor knew why I was entering the walls of this faith overload when ultimately I was lost in my homework, my thoughts, my financial overload form starting this not so cheap school, my career path, and bottomline...lost in my faith.

 As the service commenced, my head was bowed, my anxiety was high, and tears began to stream from my eyeballs. Why? I wasn't sure. In the amount of 2.34 seconds before I could wipe my tears a man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to follow him for a moment. I was then surrounded by him and his wife all in tears, as they grabbed my hand and placed something in my hand and looked into my eyes with a beam of faith and slowly said...."We don't know who you are, what your name is, or why you out of 3,000 people in this room,but we were called to give this to you for whatever stress or reason that may be in your way....and know, that He will help you."

What was placed in my palm was a rectangular piece of paper with a dollar amount much larger than I can even grasp.

.....

The thing is, its not about this money that will now make things glide smoothly this first semester, but it was an act of something greater than kindness...I'd like to call it faith.

The power of One.

Man.

The weather fanatics of Indiana tell me winter is nearing, and that almost has me more scared than nursing school itself. Taking suggestions for brands of warm warm winter wear. 

Yours truly the temporary Midwestern

6 days of happiness...

Since we last met, I've attempted to sort through the 6 weeks since the last blog, highlighting 6 of my happiest days!

May 2nd
I was running around in the rain in Paris, France with Tobin my friend from high school. We climbed all the way up to the Eiffel Tower via steps, and it was exhilarating! I felt not only like a huge tourist this day, but an accomplished tourist, and there is a BIG difference.
 
May 7th
London, England I met up with some Brits(my favorite breed) I had met in Asia, they gave me the local VIP tour, not only was it unlike anything I expected of the busy city of London, but it convinced me to extend my 4 night stay to an 8 night stay. I could have stayed all month. London indeed has it going on. One stop I do see myself becoming a resident of in the nearish future.

May 8th
Also in London, I met up with an old high school friend, Kyle, and we went and saw the Matilda show. Not only was my inner child released but it was an awesome production, and we may have been the oldest "kids" there. With the British twist, it added to the fun!  Later, We dared to get lost on the "tube" system, once we heard Notting Hill, we exited! It was by far my favorite neighborhood in London. The area was full of life, colorful, and nothing but great vibes. With a quick stop at the real estate window, my dreams were crushed, for I will NEVER be able to afford a fence in this area of London let alone a home. With that said, it still was a magical discovery that I can't wait to revisit.

May 10th
Mother's Day, why is this one of my favorite days you may ask? Well..... I sent my mom a beautiful bouquet of flowers, so stoked to hear that they arrived. I figured it was the least I could do for the lady as I gallivant around the globe. This day was my favorite because it showed me the true beauty of my mom, when miles away can really be humbling. Mom received the flowers. They were dead. Slimy. Mushy. And quite possibly the worst thing a mother could get on Mother's Day. I was so bummed. I failed. I couldn't even drive over and at least take the lady to lunch. I wasn't happy with ProFlowers.com. BUT this day turned bright quickly, mom without hesitation thanked me, sent her love, and simply said, "it was the thought that counts". She was right, and millions of miles away, on HER day, she managed to make my day one of my favorites.

May 14th
Edinburgh, Scotland was a treat. The best from high school, Cole, studied in Edinburgh. Therefore I had not only the most warming places to stay all arranged by Cole himself, but I clicked with Hester and Sianan perfectly. I am convinced that enjoying a city throughly is easily done when you have great local tour guides. On this very day I spent a large amount of time taking in the surreal view from Hester's apartment. IT WAS LIKE NOTHING IVE EVER SEEN BEFORE. Imagine waking up in a new city, in a comfy bed(non hostel), in a old vintage flat with curtains of a deep red that expand from ceiling to floor, beyond those stand three equally as large windows that extend out into the most majestic view overlooking Edinburgh. Perfect times a million is what I was working with here. The feel of Hester's humble abode, the record player spitting out some solid tunes, and my eyes on complete overload. THIS. WAS. ONE.HAPPY. HAPPY.DAY.
I also entered the doors of the "Scotland Whiskey Experience", which after the ample amounts of tastes, I was another sort of happy. Nonetheless this day was simple, yet so very happy.

May 21nd
Dublin, Ireland I was chatting it up in my dorm, then these two girls popped their heads around the corner.....Carissa? Was probably the coolest thing. Traveling for this long, haven't ran into someone from my travels unintentionally....and bam, these girls I met in Paris weeks prior were in my very dorm in Dublin. I was happy, and a round of Guinness was in order.
 
May 25th
Moghegno, Switzerland were the Vosti Family originated.(another wonderful high school friend) This happy day, really was a full week. I was spoiled in the most quaint village with the population of something under 500. I took way too many pictures of the homes that completed this village that date back easily hundreds of years ago. I pretended to understand Italian, and adored everyone that attempted to talk to me, even my friend's 90 year old aunt with he coolest cat alive. I know, I hate catz. I ate my croissant that was delivered fresh that morning by the butchers wife that lived across the street. I was waved to by every person, for a visitor in town, gets around quickly. I soaked in my every move. I ate too much cheese, swiss chocolate, and wine. I said, woah, wow, ahh, every two minutes. happy.




Lagging behind makes it quite impossible to catch up in the blog world. Sharing 6 of my happiest day gives ya a good feel......only 4 weeks left to go.  Chat soon!

Takin a breather...and the unplanned run-in to the Middle East.

Every blog I start with a smile. A large, cheesy, grin. It helps me write, I hope through my writing my smile is shared. I have been lagging on the blog ever since I reached Europe. Ill blame the adorable cafes that make for a perfect environment for my favorite hobby of them all.people watching. Ill attempt to fill you in.  I have now clocked in just a week or two over 4 months on the go. My passport is filled with stamps, my Eurail train pass is filled with destination after destination. Yet I have this major fear of missing some incredible city or some small village Pinterest forgot to show me, or that one day I slept in and potentially missed the best morning stroll through the local market. This fear has been on my ass for the past couple of weeks. Untillll my Mom and Pete came to visit me in Madrid. The pace was finally slowed down, and I have finally came to terms to pipe down my obsession with picturesque alleyways, architecture, and landscape for it was getting out of hand. I personally was able to take a breather and have mom do my laundry and feed me as I sipped wine on a couch, and didn't do much more. It sounds boring, but it was perfect. I needed it. My body needed it. After the relaxation sensation, I was soon picking up speed. I have managed to explore 9 mind baffling countries thus far in Europe, and personally I don't have a way to express to you my experiences. I will say...daily I am catching myself lost in a land of questions unanswered, my history game constantly being tested, and my curiosity killing me. The most popular asked question is my favorite place.....my answer changes every time I'm asked, and I am okay with that:) 

Fast forwarding.....




While in Spain, I forced myself to make an itinerary. I had a list of places I still insist on seeing, and no plans as to what was next after Madrid. Last minute Mom, Pete, and I checked off one of mom's bucket list destinations. The overwhelmingly beautiful island of Mallorca, right of the coast of Spain. It was nothing shy of lovely, and my radical pal Tobin from high school is teaching there so it was a nice transition of kissing the parents goodbye, and hanging with Tobin whom did a great job taking me to the coolest spots on the island. I loved being with a great friend and didn't really want to leave that sense of comfort. SO I flew to Israel to continue on the comfort.

.....Israel.....
Was never on my itinerary, and honestly I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I figured a camel wouldn't be waiting on my arrival to tour me around, but in all seriousness I wasn't at all educated on the Middle East. My super sweet dear friend Zoe was waiting at Tel Aviv airport with open arms and the biggest smile. I ran to her instantly with questions of everything my eyes were already being drowned with. Culture uniqueness was in full swing my friends. I don't wish to tell you about my every move in Israel, but I will tell you a few special highlights.
Zoe and I went to high school together, she welcomed me to her "new life" as a recent new immigrant to Israel. She has accepted the challenge of learning Hebrew and is rocking it! She took me not only to the Dead Sea where we slathered mud on one other, but she took me to the Western Wall in Jerusalem which was powerful, the massive highly entertaining market with a local shouting two for one strawberries like a broken record, AND to the most quaint dining places where our series of chats over large amounts of fresh, crisp, local cuisine was consumed. Zoe is a walking history book, every step we took date and facts filled the air. She's amazing. I was lost most of the time, trying to avoid dog crap, control my stares at the many religious ways of identity, and to keep myself engaged with Zoe's enlightening stories. This stop, country number 15, was special.

I did complete my itinerary for the remainder of my adventure, as I promised myself. 2 months left and I am attempting to keep clear of the fear of missing that perfect picture, or that small town that will be very hard to reach, becasue that isn't what it's about. Day by day I am living in the moment, another cliché sentence, looky there.   But it's true. This world is something else. I tell myself that daily, yet daily I'm in awe. Next stop is France. Bordeaux to be exact. Sending my love to....Trader Joes, I really miss grocery shopping with you. To Lady my car, that I miss driving.  To Lins, Mads, Chris that I miss living with. To my Dad I miss our weekly lunches.

2 months..lets see what kinda crazy I can create.

Wanderlust

Okay okay heres the sitch, I think its 26 mesquite bites on my left leg,and 44 on my right leg, no wait those are bedbugs. I have successfully sweated so much that I could be mistaken for a wet canine. I have ran out of toilet paper in times most inconvenience, my backpack is heavy oh so gotta sit down to hike that bad boy on my back heavy. I've bravely ate the most blistering chili,spicy,hot,curry. Yet I have had the most rockin' three months thus far.  I wont lie I think of home. I think of 'merica. I think of cookie butter from Trader Joe's. I think of a nice dinner with dad and his finest cooking, perhaps a steak with some grilled veggies and endless Napa Valley wine. Man my bed, I think of my bed with my Bed Bath and Beyond down comforter you can hide a body in. WOW

but the adventure continues.

Last time I left you I was entering Cambodia. I adore Cambodia. Quick recap. Cambodia was shut down as a country for three years 1975-1978. Due to this horrific, rat of a man that somehow justified the act of killing his own people. Probably my saddest day of travel... Visiting the Cambodian Killing Camp. Walking the same very path of the people of this fragile country, while listening to the history and break down via "tour on tape". I fought back tears, and watched my every step for there were bones and clothing remnants that weather has naturally brought to the surface over the years. This place was a shithole, made me angry, crushed my smile, and made me wonder how the hell can one mans demand kill 25% of his country. Closing it down in less then a weeks time, and banning the existence of Cambodia for three whole years. Simmer on that. Heavy. Waking up one day to a cluster of disaster. Loaded up by the car loads to be killed in the most unpleasant ways. This day I wish to never revisit. Upon entrance, stands a tower of the millions of skulls found/dug up, as a memorial of this time in history. Something no eye should have to see. Cambodia is indeed a 3rd world country
and my God what a stand of ovation I give to this lands recovery. Cambodians age 40 and older most likely were apart of this hardship, I just cannot even wrap my brain around this one.


Onto more colorful things.

We finished our trip right back in Thailand where it all began two months ago.This time in the southern islands. Oh la la. We made it to two islands, both highly stimulating, and quite the way to wrap up SE Asia. One of my last days was spent snorkeling with majestic colorful fishes, attempting to stay afloat, and keeping Jen near to point out all the neat creatures we could spot. The blue blue blue water was like a personal show, the jellyfish danced for us and refrained from stinging. The fish ate rice from my hand, and nibbled on my toes. The warm water and  aggravation of Jen's inability to capture a fish concluded our Southeast Asia trek.



As I sit in row 39 of 40 in route to Rome, Italy. Southeast Asia was spectacular. We covered Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, and Vietnam. Though I can't say it was all showers of skittles, it was an incredible 2 months of education, confirmation, and happiness. I left SE Asia with a smile. I have confirmed that I still want to be a nurse, and follow through with nursing school when I return. I have added villages to my endless list of places I want to revisit once I am that nurse. Lastly, I have found this piece of me that I didn't know existed....

....
You alway strive as human to be this sort of person, or that sort of person, or to be super good at this hobby, or to have the coolest this or that. This far in my travels I think I have figured out the life I wish to lead for myself and those of my surroundings.
This is silly.
This is really far fetched.

But
             this is really the meat of my last two months. Something about traveling here in SE Asia has morphed this concrete idea of who I want Carissa to be like,act like, live by. Maybe it was the huge cultural impressions, or the many other trillion backpackers from all over the globe influencing me slightly, or maybe it was the many quiet moments I had to gather my own thoughts, organize these suckers, and prioritize my being in a way that made this trip of course memorable and self fulfilling. Not exclaiming to be the new Buddha of Asia, nor the girl that goes and travels and comes back this "holy hell she's so different" of a person, nor do I really need to explain myself.....but I can explain one thing. When given moments of peace, silence, ability to be lost in thought with zero distraction, I have experienced some of my happiest days. Days crystal clear of confusion. I am overbearing with happiness. Traveling is about seeing the unseen, doing the coolest things to tell mom and dad, taking that super eye appealing picture, but what I have found is that traveling is this, this happiness that's constantly running through me. It's toxic, it's fun, it's something I hope to carry through my day to day life when the adventure is over. This is simple, what am I thinking? I know. You have to agree everyday is an adventure whether stuck in the most boring lecture, or lost in the jungle in fear of a monkey snatching your sunglasses. Sometimes life is so busy we forget the main motives, like happiness. THIS is what traveling has unraveled for me.


I am the antsiest on the plane
I am ready to be cold
I am ready to feel clean
I am ready to continue on the adventure


Okay okay the wine cart is coming.


Uh and Jen has her blanket on her head....We are flying AirIndia, I gotta go. 

My true love....Vietnam.

Americans in Vietnam added a twist to our trip. Everywhere I have ever gone in this world, Americans were loved. Always. We were favored, trusted, and never thought of as evil.  Entering Vietnam quickly changed this view.  We soon learned to claim to be Canadian, where from in Canada that was the least of our worries.  Anything to keep us from getting the "oh you are Americans" look.  

With that being said, Vietnam has been a favorite thus far.  Vietnam is beautiful and I instantly fell in love with the country despise I couldn't be my own nationality from time to time.  But how can I be upset, Americans had totally destroyed Vietnam in the war, so I just had to be mindful of that.  

My one an only topics I wish to cover in this blog is my favorite town.  

Hoi An. 

"An Ancient Town that is an exceptionally well-preserved example of a South-East Asian trading port dating from the 15th to the 19th century. Its buildings and its street plan reflect the influences, both indigenous and foreign, that have combined to produce this unique heritage site."

 

Hoi An was majestic, all the buildings are painted this mustard yellow color. Each store/shop/mart/restaurant had its own uniqueness of design whether some rustic shutters, a immaculate arch way, or some colorful flowers that forced you to snap a picture.  This town was gold.  It made me smile. It held history within these yellow stone walls that made you question Hoi An's history.  This town ran along the Mekong River, many evenings Jen and I would sit on a rooftop bar and just soak it all in.  Not to mention the most precious elderly people would be waiting to canoe you down the river for a dollar a person.  It was romantic in its own way.  Coincidently we spent Valentines Day here, and I was truly in love with traveling at this point. So it made for a Valentine's Day I won't forget.  On the other side of Hoi An was the South China Sea, that you could take a bicycle out for the day and spend your day beachside.  

Now.  

Let me express to you this bike ride.  

Maybe my heart was just so full from this town already, but this bike ride was excellent.  We roamed through some small villages getting waved at by the local children, them shouting HELLO in their best English accents, we ran into some lost cows that seemed just as happy as us, we biked though the most lush green field of nothing that I have ever seen. We peddled and peddled and I never wanted this day to end.  I was beaming with joy and even more in admiration for this city.  

Hoi An is a place to see, put it on your bucket list.  

They are known for their tailor work, you could show them some Pinterest picture of this romper you've been dying to find, in half a day it was made for you for a great price and fits oh you know, perfectly.  

Maybe I was so head over heels for this place because is was so vastly different from the rest of Vietnam.  Maybe because  here I could be an American, maybe because I smiled the entire 5 days, maybe because we were sharing our time with two girls we've met from New Zealand that we equally adore, maybe because I got clothing made that fit my tall ass self perfectly, maybe because it was the buy one get one drinks, or maybe the pure beauty of this simple slow pace romantic history enriched city.  

Vietnam has a special spot in my heart, the many hardships this country has endured due to us "horrible Americans" puts life into a different perspective.  A perspective I have never thought of.  

Tata for now Vietnam.  I'll be back. 

Lovely Lavish Laos!

Friends here from Laos, missing home, slightly, but not coming home yet mom. Sorry.

Laos at it's slow pace, calm way of living, and aside from 1/3 of this country still covered with Unexploded Ordinance from Vietnam War, and the frequent beaming stares we get from the small school aged girls, Jen and I enjoyed our time here.

We realized that many, okay most of our days were spent in pure laughter. We hit up a few tourist sights, but in all honestly we were totally fine with gallivanting around doing much of nothing.We laughed so hard over the many differences that this culture shared with us. The laughter was so great that I felt compelled for my Laos blog to share our giggles.

Upon arrival our first laugh was of course how our squatting game is A+. Small holes in the ground are no longer a fear, and just a laugh over releasing the main vein. We finally figured out what the spray hose next to the toilet is for. AKA "bum gun". Pluming in most of Asia is either A. non-existent or B. hardly existing. SO bum gums are used to wash off after your duty is done so that you don't need toilet paper for most sewage systems cant handle toilet paper. Jen and I cant say we've been the best about this, hell we steal every roll of toilet paper we lay eyes on, but we can say we haven't had any overflows so we are two thumbs up thus far.

Ladyboys. Are a real thing. Ladyboys pass us, Jen and I look at each other and quickly assure our self that they are indeed cuter then us. Do we go and high five them?

Mealtime is getting FUN my friends, we are getting adventurous and ordering a variety of things YET it never fails when we find a dish we like and we go to order it again it is never. I repeat. never. the same. Frustrating at first, but now has us laughing. If you think you are going to get your dishes all at the same time, wishful thinking. The dishes come out approximately 5-10 minutes apart.  We always order chicken as the meat choice with our dishes, and Im convinced I have digested more then just "chicken". Which leads me to, if you have a food allergy, may peace be with you. No such thing of what the heck it means when you say, no peanuts, or no dairy.
We also have this sick obsession or maybe addiction to these fruit shakes that are every direction that you look. My favorite COCONUT, cannot get enough. With that being said, they use ICE,some more then others. And each damn good delicious shake is a HUGE risk. And now has turned into a gambling game of "oooo this ones great, not to icey" or "ohhhhh no, pretty icey" or my favorite when Jen ordered her most recent one, and we took it to the pool and she was instantly in fetal position, and as Im looking at her wondering if she's going to make it. She says, "but its soooooo goood" Like I said, sick obsession.
The wait staff here typically don't speak the best of English, so when we go to order something they just scribble something down and walk away, which is also reassuring that they probably just made up what you will be eating for this meal. Which could lead to why we never get the same thing. You know double dipping? That happens for every dish/shake. A big lick of the spoon to taste it while it's being made, then another lick and dip right back into the dish before it's served. It's like a cooking law in order to be a good cook/shake maker, you gotta double dip. Oh well. when in Asia.

My ultimate favorite laugh is the infamous Elephant pants. Hear me out. Most touristy places all sell the same items. Therefore most backpackers have a lot of the same purchases. The one in particular is these flowy, thin material, many colors,originated for females, elephant print pants. They cost somewhere around 4 US dollars. I personally own a pair. Hard to pass up, lil tank tucked into these babies an you have an easy outfit. Outfits are hard to come up with when backpacking, if its on the bottom of the bag you just simply aren't wearing it. back on topic. There is something so freaking comical, when you see a pack of 15 Chinese/Korean/Asian male tourist coming your way, all wearing a different colored elephant pant. Not to be stereotyping but its seriously hilarious. One maybe because the pants scream female to me. The sheer, thin,girl cut of these pants just aren't doing it for them. Or two do they not know? Or three do these men know how much of a laugh they are giving the female backpacking population. If its the latter option, then keep the elephant pants a coming.

Jen and I have decided we make a good team for traveling with one another. We like to leave our cell phones in our rooms and go on dinner dates. We love reacting the many hilarious things that we have encountered. We often gather around the "Southeast Asia on a Budget" book together in preparations of the following day or the next destination. Because backpacking takes work, organization, and is more planning then any "I want to travel" human can imagine. Promise you.

Im thankful for Jen as my right hand lady, we are having the most joyful time we can possibly imagine. We are meeting incredible people from all over this beautiful world. I personally am learning more about our world then I did my numerous of years in history classes. I love the English accent. Canadians are indeed so damn nice, say "eh" way too much, Netherland folks know how to have a riot of a time and can keep up with Americans humor,  Germans can drink, lots. Australians have an undying love for their country. And the list continues. Traveling is an experience in itself, and meeting people so different from you makes the experience that much more humbling.

Tomorrow we fly to Vietnam, nerves are high, but Vietnam we are coming for you.
PS. Vietnam is known for the many seamstress' aka you can have anything you can imagine custom made for you. Hellooooo tall girls dream.

.over n out.