To see the sunset and the moon rise on the other side of the world, I am no longer the same. To meet amazing people who share similar dreams, I am motivated. To learn about different cultures, I am rich. To travel solo, I am thankful. To have so many memories stored in my mind and heart, I am grateful. To live this life, I am lucky.
From my travels through the Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania region of Germany; meandering through fields of flowers in the countryside, watching the sunset into the Baltic Sea, wandering through abandoned buildings, popping bottles of German beer, laughing with new friends well into the night, peeking through rooftop windows admiring the world below, seeing the light at the end of that tunnel, eating chocolate at breakfast and finding my own way through crowded streets so foreign, yet familiar.
Portland, Oregon was green and sunny and changing. Morning dew blanketed the city, while falling leaves covered the streets. The lush abundance of the season filled Portland and autumn never felt so good as the rising sun warmed me inside and shined down outside.
It was settling, coming from the concrete jungle that is Los Angeles, to sit on the green grass and admire downtown Portland from the Tom McCall Waterfront Park and then take a stroll through the Saturday Market.
Outside of the city, I made my way into the countryside to witness the biggest rush—Multnomah Falls. The awe-inspiring cascade of roaring water is a natural phenomenon. The fresh air from way up there was satisfying and the spray from the falling icy water was exhilarating. It was exactly the rush I needed for the changing of seasons in this ever-changing time.
Sometimes my trips come together at the last-minute, but workout to be amazing experiences, which is what happened on my recent travels to Okanagan Valley in British Columbia. I spent four days touring the region’s impressionable beauty with Travel Penticton and fell in love with The Okanagan’s organic makeup and the cultural and historic bond that tie the people to the land.
I met fifth generation farmers and first generation wine makers living in The Okanagan who have an unconditional love of nature and a burning passion to share their craft. They put their hearts and souls into their work and have developed a true relationship with Mother Nature, which in turn provides them with the fruits of their labor. They work in unison with their neighbor to protect The Okanagan’s natural bounty and help support each other through life. Many of their lives consist of working on the land, eating from the land and living off of the land, but each person has a true appreciation for and connection with the Earth and the life it provides them.
During my travels, I was fortunate to experience a true farm to table culinary experience—within minutes, after picking fresh food, I was eating it off my plate. I tasted some delicious wines from wine makers who are part of one of the region’s most vital industries. But overall, I learned the true meaning of sustainability at the hands of others and I left with a great insight into organic farming and even greater appreciation for The Okanagan’s culture and history.
These were just a few of my favorite experiences while in The Okanagan: touring Howling Bluff and La Frenz Winery in the Naramata Bench, walking through rows of growing grapes at Okanagan Crush Pad, picking Macintosh apples in Penticton, tasting fresh honey and eating ripe raspberries at Penticton Resort’s farm and dining in the backyard of Harker’s Organics family farm.
My recent travels took me to the Dalmatia region of Croatia when I was given the opportunity, through Traveldudes, to sail the Adriatic Sea with MedSailors. So last week I spent seven days at sea, island hopping in Croatia.
Picturesque and unique, I fell in love with the country. A Mediterranean influence paired with a modern flair enhances the overall beauty of the Croatian Adriatic. The region’s holiday culture is preserved through ancient ports, privately owned accommodations and local food and wine. Mixed with a contemporary approach, the southern Dalmatian islands left me with a lasting impression.
Crossing the Adriatic Sea by day, the insular exploration of small bays, charming fishing harbors, unspoiled nature and beautiful beaches makes me long to go back someday.
These were a few of my adventures from my week in Croatia; visiting the islands of Korcula, Vis, Solta, Hvar, Brac and Sesula, sailing across the Adriatic Sea, exploring ancient stone villages, swimming in the sea and watching the sunset.