The Mystery Machine

The Mystery Machine

If you want to get to know someone on the deepest level of their being, travel with them. But choose wisely. They are the first person you see when you wake up, the last when you fall asleep, and the one you’ll be problem solving with. Every. Single. Day. If you can’t return to Unconditional Love when it matters most, your relationship may not make it.

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Welcome to ROG

Welcome to ROG

Make Love. Create. Dance. Advocate. Smoke. Collaborate. Drink. Skate. Laugh. Paint.

See. Connect. Be.

Imagine a place where all of the above is possible at any time, on any given day. What does it look like? Feel like? What kind of people might you find here?

We discovered this place in Ljublijana, Slovenia. And it’s here where I witnessed the definition of progressiveness and timelessness.

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Through the Ringer

Through the Ringer

Traveling can be a bitch. If anyone has said its easy, they lied. Don’t buy into travel advertisements, or people only showcasing the highlights of their abroad escapades.

You’re dealing with time changes, booking transport, actual transportation, jet lag, accommodations, lugging your shit everywhere, smelly people sitting next to you who don’t speak English, and a slice of pizza that costs 5 euro at the train station that’s been sitting out all day. Not fun.

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Turn of the Tide

Turn of the Tide

We sat on a train, our weary bodies swaying back and forth through a tunnel. Then it came – a flash of the Atlantic Ocean and an expansive horizon. My soul smiled. I knew we’d arrive soon.

When we hopped off the train, I heard powerful waves crash into the rugged coastline. I could feel the synergy of Earth and water. I’d been questioning my every turn, and finally, I had faith in where my feet were.

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The Pendulum Theory

The Pendulum Theory

As an American, planning a trip to Europe four months after Donald Trump was elected to office, and only two months after he officially claimed the name “Mr. President,” felt risky. From an international perspective, we’re seen as a whole. So, we, as a whole, put this man into office. I mean, hell, the phrase “united” is in the name of our country.

Naturally, I wasn’t stoked to tell people from other countries where I lived. Generally, the first words out of people’s mouths are, “Where are you from?” I took a stab at a Canadian accent as back up, while under the impression every other country despised us and our newly elected leader. But I didn’t experience anger or frustration from others. More or less I just felt embarrassed. He’s seen as an absolute joke. EVERYONE is laughing at us, just so we’re clear.

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Solo in Como

Solo in Como

Small cobblestones paved a steady, inclined path leading to the renovated, medieval building I’d call home for the next few nights. As I make my way up the mountain, city soundscapes were swapped for peaceful streams of chirping birds and soft whooshing sounds only wind can muster. I traded European architecture for native trees, like Cypress, Rhododendron and Evergreen Cork Oak.

Relief flooded through my veins after leaving Milan. And it wasn’t because I left the cozy, home environment that fell into my lap the night before. Sadness swirled within my alleviation — I’d miss this wonderful family. But, my anticipation and inspiration to conquer a foreign place on my own, known to offer the wonders of Tuscan Nature, reached new heights.

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Milan, Loneliness and Reassurance

Milan, Loneliness and Reassurance

During the space in time while contemplating swinging a solo trip to Europe, sleep didn’t come easy. I lacked confidence in myself to transform this idea into reality.

But, once I pushed my intentions outside of my mind and into the universe, the first pieces of my adventure puzzle began to match up — like laying down the edges.

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A Week in Paris...

A Week in Paris...

In my opinion, we hold ourselves back from living outside of our comfort zone because of our fear of the unknown. And I get it, it’s scary.

But before I left, I asked my friend Colton, who’d backpacked through Europe from September to December of last year, if he felt nervous before he took off. 

“I don’t really get nervous about situations where I don’t know what’s going to happen, because I don’t know what to be nervous about,” he said.

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How Did I Get Here

How Did I Get Here

“Am I truly living?” I ask myself this question frequently. A couple of experiences come to mind where I’ve confidently answered, “Yes.” One time while meditating along a river in Big Sur on my 23rd birthday, and another time after running a half marathon without stopping. 

I’m screaming “yes” in this moment, too, as I make my way to Europe on a one-way ticket with absolutely no idea when I’ll return home to Arizona.

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