There’s something extremely bizarre about feeling more culturally connected to a foreign country – one that you only spent two years of your life in – rather than where you happened to grow up. When I speak of my experience in Spain, I often have to interject with, “but those were the two most influential … Continue reading
As of late, I’ve had quite a few interesting conversations with a few people – all of whom were at different ages – about the concept of age itself. As a native of North America, I had never before thought much about the desire to be eternally young. However, during my time in Spain, I began … Continue reading
Since I was a little kid, being the captain of my own ship was a mere dream. I used to imagine that I would sail around the world, have a crew, and be in some type of thief-less pirate fantasy. I’ve written about how I’ve always had a fascination for the ocean, and of course, … Continue reading
The Rooted Traveller 