Ten years ago I studied abroad for a month in Reggio Calabria, Italy. After five years of living in Italy I decided it was time to amp up my Italian language game (yeah, I don’t know why it took me this long either). So I decided to head back to the university I studied at tanti anni fa (many years ago).
Part of me was thinking that this was going to be a huge mistake. That month when I was 20 was SO much fun. I have such fond memories of the little town of Reggio. I was also a different person entirely, so I was hopeful.
Basically everyday I went to class from 9-12:30 with a little break in there and two other days I had class till 2:45.
After that I usually went to the beach or back home to chill. Reggio is essentially the tip of the boot of Italy. The beach looks out onto Sicily. Basically, I could be studying in worse places.
Some days after class I would hop on a train and head to Scilla, a beautiful beach only 25 minutes away. Round trip costs only 4.80 euro.
Scilla has an adorable little town, too
Although I live in Italy I don’t often indulge in gelato but when its near 100 degrees and summer.. I most definitely do. There were a couple more gelato spots since I was there ten years ago, so naturally I had to do some taste testing of the local spots, including granita. Heavenly.
Although I can’t say that my Italian dramatically improved, I did get a pretty nice tan.
I have lived in Italy now for five years. From the beginning Portugal was one of the top places I wanted to go. For some reason it took me this long to finally get there.
And it was well worth the wait. My god.
I’ve come to realize that most of the time when I have an image in my head of a place (usually thanks to the internet and instagram stalking..) it doesn’t *quite* live up to what I had mustered up in my brain.
Portugal wasn’t like that. All the pictures I had seen were completely justified. The water was so incredibly blue/green, I couldn’t stop commenting on it. The beaches nestled in the cliffs were stunning.
I’m just going to leave some pictures here for you to enjoy/swoon over.
Three of my friends and I were in a bar one night when they asked if I wanted to go to Slovenia for an upcoming trip. I’d been wanting to go to this neighboring country for a while. Before they could even get out the rest of the sentence I just said, “YES! YES! I’M IN!”
They stopped and said.. well, there’s a catch. Turns out the reason they wanted to go was to go to a restaurant they saw on the series on netflix, Chef’s Table- Hiša Franko.
Now, most who know me I’m not exactly what you would call an adventurous eater.. not in the slightest. So my friends warned me and told me to check out the episode and the menu.
The next morning I woke up and looked at the menu. You choose from either a five course meal or a nine course meal. The entire table must order the same course.
I looked at the menu and saw the words ‘goat kid’, ‘sweetbreads’ and ‘rabbit liver.’ I was immediately terrified.
I then watched the Chefs Table episode and had a change of heart. So we booked our reservation and a month later there we were..
Luckily the menu had changed in the time that we had booked to when we had arrived.
We sat down and were given ‘cheese lollipops’ and the most beautifully shaped geometric bread.
This was our ‘welcome gift.’
Another ‘welcome gift’
For the third course, the chef, Ana, came over and presented it to us. This was the course I was most worried about.
Eighth course- dessert!
We then asked for the cheese tasting… one for each of us. This was a mistake.
Keep in mind that all this food was paired with wine. With every two courses we got a glass of wine. However, we learned that if you finish your glass, they give you more. We consumed a lot of wine- all delicious.
I never thought I’d leave this meal loving what I ate. I first looked at it like “okay, just get through it.” That was not the case at all.
My favorite was the duck. The ravioli came in close second with the deer heart tartar in third.
It was a truly incredible experience with excellent company! If you have the opportunity to go to Hisa Franko, I highly recommend it!
My last and final post wrapping up my summer travels is about Luang Prabang, Laos. Immediately upon arrival we noticed how kind and friendly all of the locals were. We quickly fell in love with this sleepy little town..
One afternoon Carrie and I were shopping and met a man named Michael. He was in the shop giving the workers English lessons.
Michael invited us to his house for his advanced English lesson that night. We knew this was an opportunity we couldn’t pass up. We made arrangements and before we knew it we were on the back of two of his students bikes’ headed to his house.
On our way to Michael’s house I chatted with the student driving me, Her. I was immediately impressed with his English. Once I complimented him, he told me that Michael had helped him get a scholarship to a United World College School in the Netherlands. He was just home for the summer and visiting Michael and the rest of his friends.
We arrive at Michael’s house – which turns out also to be where a lot of the students live. Michael not only teaches these kids English, he houses and feeds them.
We sat down at the front of their classroom facing a class full of boys from the ages of 15-25. They had smiles on their faces and were eager to get to know us. We talked to them about where we are from, where we live and what we like about Laos. The boys asked us questions we were happy to answer. We had an opportunity to also ask them questions.
I asked, “Why are you here? Why do you want to learn English?” Michael then called on some boys and we heard about the ways that English is improving their lives. Most of them are working towards becoming fluent English speakers so they can get better jobs to help provide for their families.
These boys are a true inspiration.
They work so hard every day to better the lives of themselves and their families.
Carrie and I left and knew that we had to do something to help.
We have so much in our lives. We have more than we need. We are so fortunate to be able to travel and see the way in which others live.
I’m asking YOU to help. Help Michael, his program and these boys as they work towards bettering their lives. Any amount you can give would be appreciated.
Check out the Go Fund Me page Carrie has set up for more information and to donate. Michael also created a video to get a true feel of how these boys live and benefit from his program.
When we were planning our South East Asian adventure we knew that we wanted to spend some time with elephants. After a couple conversations we decided to do the right thing and choose a spot that treats the elephants with the respect they deserve.
We found the Elephant Nature Park in Chiang Mai. ENP is a rescue and rehabilitation center for elephants that you can volunteer and visit. We decided on the ‘care for elephants’ single day visit.
Carrie and I were unbelievably excited. We arrived and immediately got to feed the elephants.
This was a bit terrifying but pretty amazing. After that we took a little walk with the elephants through the forest.
The elephants are absolutely massive.
We stopped for a snack break. We fed the elephants cucumbers, watermelon and sugar cane.
After we ate lunch it was time for us to get in the river and bathe the elephants.
Now, let me tell you.. immediately before we got into the river the elephants got in.. and took a nice poo.
I was barefoot. I wasn’t thrilled to walk into this crap colored river with a squishy bottom after seeing that. Obviously I did it because.. hello, I’m not an idiot.
Yes, Carrie and I make some wonderful faces.
I never thought I’d be so happy to walk in a crap river, touch an elephants tongue and get farted in the face by an elephant. It was a pretty incredible day. A day that will truly go down as one of the best days ever. Thank you, Elephant Nature Park.
And yes.. we went home and scrubbed our feet and bodies for way too long.
When I was planning my summer I knew I wanted to end it on a really relaxing note. So I decided to head back to one of my favorite spots- Casa de Carrasco.
Casa de Carrasco is a yoga retreat in the Serra de Cardo mountains of Spain. It is about a 2 hour train ride from Barcelona.
I chose to stay in a pop-up tent, like I did the first time I went there. It is the closest thing I’ve ever done to camping. And by that I mean I slept in a tent under the stars. There is a mattress and I have a bathroom and a shower with hot water.. that’s about the extent of my camping!
Everyday you are woken up by an amazing bell for your daily yoga class.
The yoga class is led by the owner, Sarah, on the yoga deck. It is a beautiful setting and so nice to have the sun on your face as you do sun salutations.
If you are lucky enough- you may get an animal friend to join you during your practice!
One of the best parts of the day is breakfast.
After breakfast the day is yours! Last time I visited I did a lot of their activities- paella workshop, wine tasting, ayurveda workshop and a kayaking trip. This time I decided to just relax.
I usually spent time in one of the many hammocks around the property. I was either reading or dozing in and out of naps in the sun.
I also lounged by the pool.
I spent two days at the beach.
I went for some hikes.
I hung out with animals- Dudley, Munch and Stella. (and the most adorable dog Ruby- who I failed to get a picture of!)
I met some awesome people. The owners- Sarah and Martin- are such welcoming, wonderful people. The volunteers (both visits) were amazing. The other guests there were pretty great as well.
And obviously…I did some yoga.
I’m already looking forward to my next trip to Casa de Carrasco!