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Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Stocking Up


After an intense semester of coursework, before going home to America, I got to spend some time in Stockholm.  The city got its name because of its foundations, one fisherman came here and started stocking up water in the mid-1200s. A lot of great design, artwork, and technology also came out of this part of the world.

And all I can say is, for an originally Roman Catholic city marred by bloodshed and plague, what it has become now with its 30,000 islands is a true testament to its beauty.

My first grievance comes in the fact that tickets from Arlanda Airport to Stockholm Central are $46 by bus, one way only.

When I went to Galma Stan, I saw Hare Krishna monks chanting in the street. I also saw Glögg (mulled liqueur) for the first time, ate a Pressbyrån sandwich, and saw the Riggarskyrken, the most iconic church in Sweden.

Following this, I made small talk over coffee, added drumsticks to my Hard Rock Cafe drumsticks collection, and saw dozens of people ice skating to blasting 80s music in the center of Odenplan.

Upon my return, I checked out a few museums, bought some stuff in Swedish, I trust myself that I knew Swedish, and then returns to the place I was going to stay that night through Couchsurfing. There was also a cute little Christmas tree in the center of town.

Needless to say, Stockholm is definitely a town worth seeing. Whenever you get the chance, try to find your way there, no matter the season. There's something there for everybody at every time of the year.



Wednesday, July 8, 2020

A Ticket to Paradise


In mid-July, I booked my one-way ticket to London. I had just applied for my Visa, as I would be needing this if I wanted to have any chance at ever becoming a citizen of Europe. although I spent the entire day of summer working and making preparations to say my final farewell, the fateful September day still came far sooner than I had anticipated. this would be the day that I would depart for the better part of 2 years, save the occasional visit to friends and family. Call a trial separation, if you will, from the land that I had called home for the first 23 years of my life. 

Waiting in the airport for several hours leading up to the flight was enough to drive anybody mad. However, I would soon arrive in England for the first time, after a six-hour long sleep-deprived layover in Reykjavik, and nearly forty hours of sleeplessness. Ten hours and five time zones later, I would be landing in Heathrow Airport for the first time ever, to begin the beginning of the rest of my life.

I met my first roommate, Austin, barely an hour into my first journey in Europe’s third biggest city (right behind St. Petersburg and Istanbul). He was happy to see me, and we embraced for a solid minute. We had no idea how to navigate public transport at this time, though, so we ended up taking whatever bus we Thought would get us to campus in a decent enough fashion.

After getting off at a random stop, still a twenty-minute walk from campus, we decided to call an Uber. It was dark out, and somebody had thrown an egg in our direction (which shattered against the bus stop’s window), so we wanted to get out of there fast. Security had no idea who we were upon arrival, but we were able to get a spare room until ours were ready in the morning. Austin crashed on the floor with his sheets, and I passed out for nine straight hours on my bed.

When I woke, I realized that I would be beginning the next step in the journey I call my life – I now spent the first night in my new home base for at least the next two years.

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

It's a long way from Clare to Here


On my last night, we went to the Merry Ploughboy for dinner. We sang a lot of traditional folk songs whilst participating with the stage, had wonderful dinner with dessert and coffee, and i discovered the magical sound of the Uilleann Pipes. 

I had little supply of clean clothes, so i washed a set in the hotel sink and dried them with the hand dryer and overnight. quite an experience. After resting up, I ate a quick breakfast and headed home.

Ireland was the adventure of a lifetime, especially for  a musician. I can't wait to visit Europe once more. I've reviewed my Hotel and Apartment stays, and I have seen a fair bit of stuff. Stay tuned for the next adventure!