4 Years Post Travel

Heard of the travel blues? That doesn't even begin the describe these last four years being back home. Four years ago, I embarked on a journey to live in Switzerland and my plan was to do that permanently. Prior to leaving for Switzerland, I was studying Forensic Psychology in college and my dream was to become a European Citizen so I was able to move and work abroad.

Top 10 Things To Do in Maine

My boyfriend and I are making it a tradition to go visit a place we've never been to for his birthday. Mainly because he has a summer birthday and the weather is always supah nice. But these are 10 things you must do when you visit MAINE.

1. Prepare to eat lots of Lobstah roll

I've never eaten so much lobster in my life and it's literally EVERYWHERE. It was a running joke of where was the weirdest place to find lobster roll; even McDonald's had it. I did a lot of research of "the best" lobster rolls in Portland. Our first stop was Portland Lobster Company and we were completely disappointed. The ambiance of being on the water, the live music, and beer was probably the only great thing about it. The seafood was not fresh despite being highly recommended.

Sometimes Free Isn't Always Better

Being Jewish and Catholic both religions I felt no connection to. I heard about the birthright trip to Israel but honestly didn’t feel it was for me because I wasn’t even close to being Jewish despite having Jewish blood and a Jewish last name. I was coming up on my twenty seventh year, which is the cut off to go on this trip. At the last minute, I decided to go for it without any expectation of what was going to happen or what it was going to be about. My father is Jewish and my mother is Catholic, they are not too religious and have tried to pass down their religious views when I was little but according to my mom, I was not a fan of either one. Within the last six to seven years, I did my research for my Italian ancestry and found I could become an Italian citizen. I loved the process of figuring out the missing puzzle pieces of who I am and where I came from. As excited as I was to find out where I came from on my mother’s side, I felt a missing piece to the puzzle where I came from on my dad’s side.

Melissa Rondeau from Wanderess Bleu

What does traveling do for you? 

"Traveling saved my life. For many of us, it’s easy to slip into familiar patterns of thinking, feeling and behaving. The moment that I arrive in a foreign country, my eyes become wide open to change and transformation. Escaping for awhile allows me to consider new ways of relating to my things happening in my life. Being in a different country, gives me a different perspective. There was a time in my life that fear consumed me and it seemed that I was existing instead of really living. It took 10 years, to develop the courage for big solo female backpacking trips to exotic far away lands. Some countries can be intimidating and courage is required to explore!

I think solo female backpacking is the ultimate expression of being authentic and living a whole hearted life. Many women restrict travel because of safety concerns, whereas I feel empowered to push any boundaries that would restrict my freedom."

Camping At Watkins Glen

So camping in mid-October in upstate New York maybe wasn't the best idea. My boyfriend, my best friend and his boyfriend all wanted to go to Watkins Glen during this time of the year for the fall foliage, plus it's low season and we were hoping the falls would be less crowded. (They were!) We drove up separately and my boyfriend and I got there first. We tried to get there before dark so we can see what we're doing to set up the tent. When we arrived, it was starting to drizzle and we knew we had to hurry and get our shelter going. (Plus this was a good test for our relationship--setting up a tent in the dark and in the rain). It was surprisingly smooth sails and we were all set. My best friend and his boyfriend arrived shortly after and got their tent set up quickly. Luckily, his boyfriend was a boy scout.

But holy shit was it COLDDDDD. . .