All posts tagged: train

| just a casual friday night witch burning |

It started with a witch burning and ended on the 5:40 AM train back to San Sebastian. This was my Friday night. – – – – – – – – – – – Starting from May till the end of September every pueblo (little town) has it’s fiesta weekends. Last weekend it was in Beasain. Our friend Nicole lives out in these parts, so Gemma and I ventured out to the small town to partake in their weekend celebrations. Talk of witch burning and bar hopping had our ears perked and we soon arrived ready to take part. We dropped our things off at Nic’s, ate dinner, and meandered down to the town center. It was 10:30 and the crowds had gathered: young and old alike. The drums sounded and the “witch children” started coming into town — ready with torches. The story goes: Once upon a time there was a witch who lived in the mountains. She came into town and fell in love with one of the Beasin men — so they married and he …

| SNOWFLAKES THAT STAY ON MY NOSE & EYELASHES |

Its snowing. Hard. And Im in Montpellier, France. It never snows here. I thought I was running away from the winters in Maine, but I guess it chose to follow me — sorry, France. So far my time in this country has been amazing despite the frigid weather. The abundance of boulangeries filled with fresh baguettes, croissants, and macarons along with creperies spread throughout has put a small dent in my pocket, but its totally worth it. – – – Clearly my attention span for writing has been very limited these days. But, who can blame me? I’m traveling around, seeing so many new places, meeting new people and visiting good friends. By the time I have some time to sit down and write, I’m usually putting my head to the pillow to fall asleep for a few hours here and there. But since I’ve been in Salzburg I’ve felt at home. I’ve felt comfortable and I’ve taken the time to relax. I’ve explored the city, found a few cafes I really enjoy, edited all …

| AUSTRIA TO ITALY & AN ALMOST RUINED MORNING |

After just barely catching my train out of Innsbruck, I spread out the sheets and tossed the wool blanket over my body and tried to fall asleep as fast as possible. The rocking back and forth and the low rumble of the wheels on the tracks lulled me into a light sleep. When we arrived in Rome I was flustered to be in a new place. I guess I wasnt quite ready to have left Austria. I met some amazing people in my last minute trip to Innsbruck and it was so cool to eat well and share stories. I definitely look forward to going back. Next time: snowboarding and paragliding are on the checklist. But, despite the beautiful memories of Innsbruck, I was in Italy. I was only in Rome for two hours before catching my next train to Ancona to visit my friend Salva from university. Then all hell broke loose. Lets rewind to the previous 5 times Ive taken the trains and used my Eurorail pass. Conductor walks by, asks for my …