Travel talk

Floor seats in the Lima airport

This is when “Her Happy Trails” has a slight bump into “Her not so Happy Trails”. During my 19 hour trip from Quito to Arequipa, I met some incredible people, took some amazing photos and then instead of pushing “import”, I pushed “delete”! Did your heart just break like mine did? Let me follow that sentence with the full gratitude that I am safe, healthy and still have all of my belongings. Always need to be thankful for the positive side, right?

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Ive departed from Quito and have now checked in for the beginning of my 9 hour layover in Lima Peru. Due to the fact that I had the entire night in the airport, I figured a hot tea and free wifi was a great way to burn some time. Now imagine a vibrant brazillian girl about my age with an unmistakable glow, sitting at a Starbucks coffee table with the only empty chair across from her. I asked to sit with her and in minutes we were chatting away about well, everything! Our conversation felt like two friends that had finally reunited, taking time to share similar traveling stories all the way to discussing the beauty of being in love.

Visualize a photo here of a gorgeous girl with happiness radiating from her eyes. Marcella, you were a such a joy and perhaps I’ll see you in another path crossing!

After a comfortable visit, she offered me the other half of her dinner (which you know cost a bit in the airport) and a sincere hug goodbye. Dinner, tea and a new friend in the first two hours. What a beautiful start!

By this time, it’s 10:30pm and I don’t depart until 5:30am. A stroll around the airport takes you in circles staring with a blank gaze at the over priced souvenirs and sugar filled snack options. This is where the picture was supposed to be of a massive mountain of every candy you could imagine to be purchased by the weight.

I decided to plop down (because sitting is what you do in a chair) and stretch out on the floor. What’s that… Are my ears deceiving me? I hear a familiar song that comes from my home state of California being played. It’s clearly not on the radio and the vocals are in an original tune. I have another 7 hours to find out where this gift is coming from! I didn’t need to search long as I rounded the corner, there sat an adorable guy with his backpack as a cushion and his guitar in hand. I had no hesitation to plop down directly across from him (this time more gracefully of course, due to his magnetic smile) and enjoy the music.

After having floor seats to his private show, we started to chat the usual “where are you from… Why are here…etc.” Instead of describing (and possibly boring you) I’ll just say it was yet another easy conversation with a friend that I was just catching it up with. His genuine smile and kind eyes matched his positive personality that I truly hope to connect with again. Considering he’s based in LA, another long layover might be in my near future!

David, I’m so sorry that the priceless photos I took of you were deleted, this simply means we need a retake! I cheers to your experiences that led you to the cold floor in Lima… honored to have been apart of it.

They say “time flies when you’re having fun”, or in my case, when you’re reconnecting with new friends. It’s now 2am and I figure a nap would be better than nothing at all, so I headed to my gate and dozed off to be woken up with the boarding call to Arequipa.

I survived the flight which was one of the most turbulence filled that I’ve had in awhile and collect my bags. Red eyed yet thrilled to be back in Peru, I see my ride to the hotel where I had reservations. I thought for sure, it was my exhaustion when I was struggling to comprehend his sign.

As if I didn’t need another reason to smile, look at what they thought my name was… this HAS to be me!

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Next post in Arequipa… Sneak peak!

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“Do you ever make money on the road?”

As most of you know, I volunteer in exchange for most of my accommodations and a majority of my food. However when I’m not working, I choose to stay in hostels as a way to save money… and make some too!

In my “home away from home”, I start out by hanging a sign that informs the other guests of my haircutting services and follow up by spreading the word in hopes for a few clients. The prices vary depending on the country.
For example, the average haircut in New Zealand is $65 so I charged $10-15 and here in El Salvador you can snag one for $8.

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It may not seem like much (especially to my former clients back in California), but with just a few willing travelers, I’m able to pay for my stay at the hostel and pocket some spare. After simplifying my life, it’s amazing how rewarding this minimal exchange is to everyone involved!

Here are two lovely ladies that were here on a mini holiday after working in the medical field in Honduras. All the way from Oregon USA, meet my first two clients who were brave enough to sit with an audience and let some backpacker play with scissors.

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Next up, a character from New Zealand finishing up his third year circling the globe. Thankful for my services, he explained that while in Mexico, he walked into a barbershop and in his best Spanish accidentally said, “Will you cut off my head please?”

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Finally a vibrant personality that was such a joy to be around. Miss Jill had enthusiasm for her new hair cut that brought back pleasant memories of my days at the shop!

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Ignore my half eyed shot here and focus on her excitement. After she checked out the cut, i got a genuine thank you with her Luxembourg accent accompanied with a huge hug. I love my “job”!

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The next morning we found this note that was left before she had departed along her way.

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See you next time on this beautiful open path my friend! Safe travels.

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Festival in Juayua, El Salvador

We’ve made it to the weekend food festival to see what we can find while exploring the tiny streets of Juayua, El Salvador. This celebration happens weekly and brings other locals in as well as the random backpacker or traveling photographer.

Instead of the usual “story”, I’m going to break this post down into easy to view sections to give you a clear idea of this energetic day. You really cant make a wrong turn as you follow the streets lined with venders, music, people, and entertainment. So, please turn on your mind and open your eyes as you enjoy these photos!
I’m going to start out with my two favorite pictures of the day that capture the essence of the youth to the elderly of this brilliant village.

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Entertainment! As you devour the local food and shop through the vendors, there is constantly stimulation all around you.

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Care to get your nails done mid festival?

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I’m sure you’re hungry by now…

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Crazy corn! On the cob drizzled with a mustard mixture and red sauce then rolled in parmesan.

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This is a lettuce bowl lined with boiled yuca, topped with coleslaw, salsa and chicharrón (fried pieces of pork rind or some kind of fatty fried pork… Yeh, not for me).

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Snow cones!

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Tamarind balls coated in sugar.

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Fruit and veggies (my favorite!)

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Finally, let’s just take a stroll and see what the streets have to say.

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New friends…

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…and a handstand of course!

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I’ll leave you with my “creative” photo from the day. Thank you Juayua!

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6 buses, 1 mini taxi and French Salvadorian food

We’ve seen the city, ate on the coast, stayed in the jungle and now we’re off to a small village called Juayua (sounds like “why-you-uh”). It’s about 3 hours by bus northwest of San Salvador and is known for their food festival and waterfalls, sign me up!
We could of payed for the easy route, but moms with me now (sneaky giggle here) so backpacker style we go with 4 bus transfers and a 9 block walk, totaling $1.70 start to finish.
Lucky for us, Walter was heading in the same direction so we got to tag along with a local for the trip. Let’s begin!

We start with a walk to the end of our block and catch #52 for $0.20 I would of snapped photos inside the bus, but it was standing room only which required a death grip on anything in site as the driver took this thing for what felt like drunken joy ride.

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Next is a quick walk passing these mini venders to hop on the next bus numbered 4 at $0.25. Ps, it’s 6:30 in the morning.

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For the third transfer we’re on a larger bus that takes us about an hour farther in our journey for $0.75. Here’s the bus terminal as we depart with a few pictures from the trip to our final bus.

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Woohoo, final bus at $0.50. Not the one in the photo, I just got a kick out of all the bling. Check out the crowds and the goodies that they offer. Each time the bus stops, a few locals will hop on selling candy, fruit, bread or juice.

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We finally arrive to our hostel in Juayua (description later) just long enough to throw down our bags and head off to a highly recommended restaurant in the side town of A’Taco. Side town? Yes, meaning another bus! I’m stoked and mom is… ready to eat. This bus included the usual sale of goodies and a mini taxi ride to follow.

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Finally made it to our colorful dainty restaurant for some fun eats and tasty drinks. Introducing El Botón!

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You may question our choice of French food in El Salvador, so let me explain. Tomorrow we’ll be walking the streets at a local festival eating from all of the venders plus, this magnificent place is known for organic goat cheese (made right here) and their sangria. Enough said.

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Time for a handstand shot and a quick sample offered from a local woman who saw me trying to peak at what she was eating. The following picture of mom is while we were waiting for the bus home. Can you find our new friend? These are just a few examples of the kind people that compliment this beautiful country.

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Finally the bus ride back for a good night of rest before the food festival. They always say “Do as the locals do”. So I did.

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Cheers to the next chapter!

What a year! This day marks 12 months that I’ve been living out of a backpack and circling the globe. Let’s pause for all the other backpackers out there and take a moment to absorb what I mean by “living”. I’m not implying that I was on vacation with a suitcase or barely surviving on the road with some luggage. I mean my toiletries, kitchen, first aid, bedroom closet, and playroom was carried on my back around the world. I now have a new attachment to this blue beauty that has hugged me on trains, busses and hikes and slept next to me in hostels, vans, airports and tree houses. It’s been below jet planes and on top of Peruvian mini vans… I feel like it should have a name, any suggestions?

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As I begin to comprehend where I’ve been and continue to appreciate where I am now, I realize that my experiences are reaching beyond the people and places and are now truly extending to new friends and extraordinary cultures.

Much love and many thanks to those who have continually supported this spectacular adventure. To the fellow travelers that have brought me new perspectives and to the other unexpected connections along the way… My heart has full gratitude for your vibrant addition to my life.

Cheers to the next chapter and more priceless memories!

*Side note: I’m currently taking nominations for the handstand photo of the year! Please take a look at the page above titled “Handstanding around the world” and pick your favorites. You can comment below or email me directly at universalaughter@yahoo.com. The top 5 will be announced and voted on soon!

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If you’re happy and you know it…

Remember that outfit I had on when I was…. Of course not!

Unless you had a major crush on your 3rd grade teacher or a phenominal memory, do you remember the dress she had on? Chances are, she probably thought long and hard about the perfect combination. “I want to look professional for the parents, but welcoming and fun for the students.”. Maybe her thoughts helped in the classroom and maybe they didn’t. Either way, my point is that generally you probably care more of your outer appearance than those around you.

I’m guilty of it as well (I do have a “fashion” page on this blog) however,
like most things in life, I believe in balance. It’s natural to feel great when you are lookin good, but I’m learning more and more that you look even better when you feel amazing!

In so many words, you should love what your dressing up. There’s no lipstick that can make a frown say “Please come try having a pleasant conversation with this face that would have rather stayed home and had a sob session about my skirt not fitting properly”. I have yet to find a strapless dress that makes slouched shoulders say “I’m confident and seeking some stimulating socialization!”

Gentleman, if you care more about the quality of your suit than the quality of energy put forth in conversation, take a look at the people you’re attracting. The sincerity in your smile far out shines the reflection on your fancy shoes. I’m speaking for my own personal preferences here, but if you’re with me, let’s begin to transfer our focus towards the people on this planet who desire to make a positive impact on those around them.

It’s unquestionable how stunning a smile is. Laughter is beautiful!

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Beyond intimate relationships, what about the friendly conversation in line at the market? Do you make eye contact while they’re expressing themselves, or do you look at your watch to signify the obvious “I’m in a hurry and I’m just listening to you so I don’t seem like the impatient person I really am”.

Im not trying to promote the act of pretending to be interested in everyone or the “Fake best friend Union”… just brighten up a bit! You really don’t know how you may unintentionally impact someones day in the most positive way.

Would if that nervous waitress is stressing through her first day on the job?
That lost traveler with a map and look of “How did I get here and where am I”? They would probably be thrilled and relieved with a friendly “Hello” or “Do you need any help?”
Maybe that stranger in line just got diagnosed with a terminal illness and your warm eyes lightens their heart and strengthens their spirit.

Stop, smile, and look around. Remember what’s important… we’re all in this together!

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*All photos from above were found online. The photo below is me… happy!

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Today, I just was.

I sat alone on a bench in Frankfurt today. My eyes were closed to fully appreciate the warmth from the sun on my chilly skin. I must of relaxed enough to fall into some sort of meditative state as I was no longer in Germany, I wasn’t on a “Eurotrip”, I wasn’t that girl traveling the world.

I simply just… was.

I could hear kids laughing with every clink of the tea ball bat. The sound of children expressing joy seems to be a universal melody. A noise that should be appreciated at every opportunity.
I could almost feel the heavy heart beats of the runners as they would sport pass me. Some with great speed, others with a consistent rhythm. All using their lungs to the fullest.
You couldn’t mistaken the panting of the chipper pups that would prance by while sniffing the fresh air. You could almost feel them smiling inside.

When I tuned out the people and their pets with busy feet, I absorbed the sound of the wind through each leaf. A bit too cold for my nose, but a strange sense of warm comfort to my ears.

After what seemed like just a minute my ears were struck with a slight new sense. It was just a soft shuffle… No giggles, no pets, no athletes and for that moment the wind had disappeared from my focus. As I opened my eyes, I connected on the sight of an elderly couple walking pass me. He was kicking the dirt around like a young boy as she scooted along side him. Her hands behind her back as she gazed towards him with the energy of a little school girl. They exchanged words in German. She continued to smile as he looked ahead.

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Makes me wonder what they’ve been through in their lifetime. What was important to them today, how about 10 years ago verses forty years ago? When the sun goes down, what do they give thanks to?

Today was a brilliant day to be alive. My cold nose, warm heart and active ears were in tune with each breath. A breath that I often take for granted. Today… I am grateful.

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Do you stuff your bra?

Do you stuff your bra? Of course! Even if I’m not wearing one and especially if I’m without my backpack, I’ll always have tissue stuffed somewhere on me.

If you score big and don’t need the tissue for your public bathroom use, there’s always the eyes and nose with an occasional need.

Let’s not forget the spilt wine, a dripping peach or handful of salty nuts the elderly man from the local market gives (forces) you as a sample gift. That after you politely decline, he places in your hand anyway as if you said “Oh yes please, that would be amazing!”.

I’ve torn off a square and rubber banded it to my finger until I could find a bandaid or tape.

Stuck some in the heel of my boot after hours of dancing in the wrong shoes.

Wiped off fruit, absorbed sweat and cleaned the mouth piece of a water bottle that I dropped in the sand (not all with the same piece of course).

When reading the following you can use your whisper voice: I’ve been that girl dabbing off a greasy meal in order to get it down without feeling like I’m drinking the oil is was cooked in. I usually don’t order fried items, I’m actually talking about the “salad a’tun” where they use fish and oil to top off the raw veggies. I really don’t need to eat my salad with a spoon.

I’ve given my bra-o-paper to a young mom with a runny nosed child that was hovered next to me on a crowded bus. Please visualize for a second, when I say “crowded”, I mean two dozen standing passengers on a bus that seats 10. With the “I know this guy isn’t happy to see me” and “Her hair smells like corn” kind of bus ride.
Not to mention you’re the tallest whitest female with all eyes not hesitating to stare at you. I can only imagine they have innocent wondering curiosity, “Is that Angelina Jolie? Did she finally come to our village? No, couldn’t be. This girl has entirely to small of…. Lips.”

I suppose the only disappointment (if you call it that) coming from carrying spare tissue in your bra, is if you cross a “special” guest of the evening that ends up totally confused when all up top disappears. I suppose that’s their issue, not yours!

All said and done, the main reason for the traveling tissue stash, is the hard to avoid toilet use. A portion of the bathrooms don’t provide toilet paper and if they do, chances are it’s dripping wet on the floor or possibly sold to you out front from the person who probably took it from the stalls. Either way, there’s a certain level of hygiene that’s easy to maintain by simply being prepared.

Here are some different bathroom pictures I’ve captured along my journey. Honestly, these are just for some visual stimulation to enhance this post.

These are from a hotel in Timaru New Zealand.

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Random toilets:

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…and the winner for “Eh, I can hold it”, is:

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