You know you're a traveller when...

You know you're a traveller when...

Living in a hostel room with 10 other people is not regarded as an unfortunate tragedy, but rather, a fun way of making friends and drinking buddies.

Your favourite book is The Beach.

You are bilingual (or at the very least, you can order beer in about 10 different languages).

When someone tells you that they don't own a passport, you stare at them like they have just informed you that they're actually the reincarnation of Hitler.

Back home, you are appalled when discovering that flip flops no longer constitute as proper footwear.

When you log on to Facebook, 75% of the status updates on your news feed are in a different language.

You smirk at people who consider themselves "travellers," when all they have to their credit are family trips to Disney World, and Spring Break trips to Cuba.

When abroad, you own about 3 shirts that you wear everyday.

When you hear strangers talk about travelling, you immediately eavesdrop.

You spend more on alcohol than food.

You've dated more 'foreigners' than people from your own country.

You've also made out with people who doesn't speak your language.

Back home, you seem to have a better immune system and higher alcohol tolerance than your friends.

In any given situation where you are with a group of people from at least six different countries, you call it a "L'Auberge Espagnole" moment.

My Travel Plans for this Year

With less than two months left until I graduate, this year will mark some huge changes in my life. The past four years have undoubtedly been great. I have lived three different cities, went on countless adventures to four different continents, had jobs varying from a marketing intern, to working at a fashion show, and let's not forget all the friends I've met, relationships that blossomed, and all university dorm induced nights of drunken debauchery that is probably better left forgotten.

Graduation will mean living life differently. My trips abroad won't be measured in semesters or summer vacations. Instead, I can plan year long around-the-world adventures, stay out late on school nights (hah), and travel impulsively, sporadically, and without limits. And while venturing out into the "real world" also means making responsible decisions, and pursuing my career, I know I won't be wasting a single moment of this new found freedom! It's not too much of a surprise therefore that I've compiled this list...

My travel plans, of the top, but not limited to, places I'm going to this year!

SPRING

Montreal
Hands down my favourite Canadian city, and therefore, it would be impossible not to pay a visit before I leave for my great adventure abroad. I've already been planning this trip with a friend for a month now, so it's only a matter of when. Most likely we'll go in April - I think I need to celebrate my birthday and graduation with some French amour.

SUMMER


New York City
The last time I've been to New York was two years ago for a wedding. It was for one of my wealthier relatives in New York, and in between wedding rehearsals, and hanging out with elderly ladies with Louis Vuitton bags and wearing fur coats, I hardly had anytime to myself (translation: window shopping at Tiffanys and going clubbing).

Chicago
I haven't been to Chicago since I lived there three years ago for art school. Every year I plan to go, and make false Facebook statuses informing my friends there that I will be back...but I still haven't. I am obviously a horrible friend, so a trip back is a must to clear my moral conscious, not to mention...I'm really craving a Chicago deep dish pizza!

The American South
This is a possible summer trip, which all depends if a friend of mine decides to buy a car and do this road trip with me. While the south may be stereotyped for being backwards and full of K-Marts and people with guns, I may have watched too many Cameron Crowe movies, and therefore when I think of the south, I picture myself running happily through corn fields or singing "sweet home Alabama" with merry people playing the banjo at a western themed bar. I also own quite a few plaid shirts that I'd like to put in good use.

FALL

Germany
If I get the teaching position (fingers still crossed), I will be living in Germany, which would be soooo cool. I'll be there in September, so I will definitley be making my way to Munich for Oktoberfest with some friends. I can also visit all my friends there again without feeling too rushed, and there's still quite a few cities I'd love to visit...such as Hamburg and Dresden.

The UK
If I don't get the teaching position in Germany, I'm planning on getting a holiday working visa and living in London for a year. A friend of mine did that a year ago and loved it. Also when I was younger, and obsessed with the Spice Girls, it was my dream to live in England. So let's make that happen.

Switzerland
I loved Switzerland the last time i went (post coming up about it soon, I promise). There's also a certain someone there...but I'll leave it at that for now. ;)

France
A friend recently moved to Paris for his masters degree (he is from southern France) and has been trying to convince me for some time now to revisit Paris. I'd like to go back to the Musee d'Orsay (the best musuem on this PLANET), and also love to visit Monet's house and garden (remember the opening scenes of Midnight in Paris?) Also having a French friend around means I can avoid getting myself in awkward situations such as the time when I had to mime "I'd like to buy a box of tampons" to the elderly lady at the small pharmacy.

Netherlands
Amsterdam, anyone?

WINTER

Spain
I want to take advantage of those budget airlines in Europe and take trips, especially during the winter to some of the sunny beaches of Spain. Also, I am a HUGE fan of Catalan architecture.

Morocco
I have yet to visit the African continent, and with Morocco so close to Europe, it would be a nice foray into northern Africa. Sometimes when I'm bored, I'd search up photos of Morocco because it looks so stunning...I also think if I learn to speak Arabic, it would probably be the coolest thing ever.

Tübingen: Small Town, Big Adventures

It was a dark and stormy night as me and my friend Raph ran down a long, and winding hill, stopping every now and then to catch our breath beneath some trees. There were church bells ringing in the distance, like the soundtrack to a creepy horror movie, and occasionally we would past menacing road signs depicting bear-like images, and the odd man standing by the picnic table sharpening his knives....

This, by the way, is a true story.

Ok, maybe I should start from the beginning.

University of Tubingen

When I was planning my Europe trip during the summer, my friend Raph naturally suggested for me to visit him in Tubingen. Of course I would have visited him anyway, but the fact that it was the town my German prof was from, I had already sort of fallen in love with the place two years ago when she would bring in all the gorgeous photos of her hometown to show us in class.

Tubingen ended up being the last German city I would visit before I left for Switzerland, and while I only spent a day there, it was probably one of the most memorable experiences of my time in Europe (and that says a lot).

House of Friedrich Holderlin

Raph spent the first part of the day showing me around the town, which is largely a student town. The University of Tubingen, which he studies at, has campuses sprawled around the town, and as Raph says, "all the buses stop at the university." It reminded me a little bit of my university town...if my university town had castles and cobblestone roads, that is. 

Near the university, there is the Neckarinsel (Neckar Island) which is the scenic park, with the river which divides through the rows of historical looking houses. There is a cute little yellow house there that attracts quite a lot of tourists because it is the former home of the German poet, Friedrich Holderlin.

We walked along there and also went to the Altstadt (old town), the Rathaus (city hall) on Marktplatz (market place), and the Schloss Hohentubingen (a castle!) before deciding that we can not possible walk any further until we get some ice cream and Turkish food. As we were eating, we saw a sign for a carnival that was happening, and being the spontaneous people that we were, decided to go there right away.

We were expecting possibly clowns who made balloon animals and people on stilts or something, but instead, we came face to face with the most bizarre scene ever!!!

If we were in Asia, it would make sense, but in a little town in Germany, all the flashing neon lights screaming out words like "BREAK DANCE," and pictures of pink care bars, just seem completely out of place.

The whole scene was just too funny, and after walking around the carnival a few times we realized that we were the only ones there who were not:

1. Under 10 years of age
2. Accompanied by an adult

Raph then decides we should drive a bit out of town, to a place called Wurmlingen, to visit the little chapel perched on the hill. The walk up took about 25 minutes, and the scenery from up top was pretty amazing. Looking down, we could see all of the houses in the countryside.

It is there that we were able to bask in the glory of the cool evening air, contemplate life, and ask each other deep, thought provoking questions, such as, what should we eat for dinner?

And then it started to rain.

Really, really hard.

...which takes us back to the beginning of this story... with me and Raph running down the hill. The fact that I had watch a good number of horror movies in my high school days doesn't help our situation either, as with every few steps we ran, I would remark on how similar our situation is to many of those "serial killer with machete chasing young people in a pastoral setting, in the thunderstorm with church bells chiming" type slasher films.

Painting of the Chapel (imageevent.com)

Luckily, we got to his car in one piece, and he drove us back to his apartment, where we ordered pizza and drank some much needed alcohol. Unfortunately, I only brought one pair of jeans with me (I packed mostly shorts thinking it was going to be really hot in Germany and surprise! ....it wasn't)...and with that pair being completely drenched, we were forced to do some laundry so that I would have clothes to wear the next day. Unfortunately, Raph's laundry machine broke halfway into the cycle (no wonder the previous tenant gave it to him for free), and I was left with a pair of soapy, wet jeans.

For the remainder of the night, rather than going out with his friends as we originally planned, we ended up watching movies, while I attempted to dry my jeans with my hair dryer. I could tell Raph felt bad since he gave me lots of chocolate to cheer me up (and for the record, that always works), but I told him that I had a great day... and I meant it. I certainly had quite the adventure!

(And while my jeans never dried in time for Switzerland....well, that's another story).

The Tell-All Guide to Love and Sex on the Road

It's Valentine's Day!! (Traveler's Edition). So let's talk about love!

And sex!

But first a word of caution:

To any travelers who want to avoid future heartbreak, it is important to keep in mind that love and sex on the road are usually not interchangeable. Especially in hostels of 18-25 year olds drinking, partying, eating and showering under one roof, hook-ups become inevitable. It is similar to university dorms, but without the commitment. In university, frequent hook-ups can be awkward since you're living with the same people for an entire year. In hostels, it's almost a free pass. Travelers come and go, and the person you hook up with one night, probably won't be around the next.

Okay, let's go first with sex.

Where does it begin?
If you're at least decent looking, it is fairly easy to hook up with someone, especially after a few drinks. Travelers are more willing to make a first move, especially toward girls/guys they may feel "out of their league," because of the mentality that they'll never see them again after that day. You've already given up the comforts of your home to venture to the other side of the world, so sending a few drinks to the person you find cute doesn't seem like much of a gamble...

Making First Impressions
First impressions are key when traveling, because most travelers meet so many people a day, it's hard to remember who is who. Whether people admit to it or not, there's always an air of superficiality when it comes to travelers. There's a saying that goes, "women decide within the first 30 seconds of meeting a guy if she will sleep with him," which certainly has some truth to it. Travelers want bragging rights, and they want to show their friends pictures of the hot foreigner they've hooked up with, so being well-groomed goes a long way.

Where does it take place?
Depending on how you look at it, there can either be a lot of places or very limited places to hook up while traveling. The most common is in hostels, where the majority of travelers reside. One thing I have to say though, is that having sex in a hostel dorm full of people is not cool, especially to those who are really loud doing it. We are here to travel, not to involuntarily be in a porno. If you're looking for some alternative places to hook up in a hostel, this guy has some interesting ideas (clearly this was written before The Hangover came out).

Is it true love...or a fling?
Let's take some time to drink a nice cup of tea, eat some biscuits, and take a look at this diagram before we proceed:

http://www.rosiepiter.com

Cairo Time: A Movie Review

Last week on the train, I randomly decided to rent one of those 99 cent movies from the iTunes store from my laptop. Because movie posters with depicting pyramids always gets my vote, I quickly settled on a movie I've never heard of called "Cairo Time." After watching the movie, I must say, that was probably the best dollar I have ever spent (well, maybe not including that one time I was dying of thirst, and bought a big gulp from 7-Eleven. The miracles of American sizing!)

For those of you who are into movies set in exotic locations, filled with the possiblities of romance, and lots of hookah smoking, this movie is for you.

Patricia Clarkson plays a magazine editor named Juliette, who travels to Cairo with the inital intention of vacationing with her husband, a UN official working in Gaza. Her husband is in a work dilemma and has to delay Cairo for a few weeks. He then entrusts his Egyptian friend Tareq (Alexander Siddig) to show Juliette around the city.

At first, Juliette seems completely overwhelmed by Cairo, but somewhere in between smoking hookah with strange men and taking a boat ride down the Nile, she falls in love with Tareq. Of course, she is married with two kids, but when you have a dashing Egyptian man wearing a jellabiya in front of you, husbands just seem so irrelevant.

The movie has a slower pace that really allows you to take in the breathtaking beauty of Cairo. The music is beautifully suiting, and the film also touches upon more serious issues of gender inequalities, and the differences between the east and the west. Despite the grandeur of Cairo, the chemistry between Tareq and Juliette is so compiling, that I was secretly hoping for a passionate affair to spring out of their innocent friendship.

"They say that if you drink water from the Nile, you will always come back."

Verdict: A must see. Especially for 99 cents, it would be a crime not to watch it at least once.

Some things in life are actually still easy!

Today I applied for graduation. My university sent me an e-mail, and as I clicked on the link to the student portal, I expected the worst. I mean, after writing hundreds upon hundreds of research papers for the past four years, surely they can't let you off that easily. There must be some difficult quantum physics question that's required before they let you don that graduation gown and get your photo taken as you awkwardly shake hands with the university dean....right?

This is what happened.

The portal screen loads and prompts me with a question.

"Have you meet all the requirements to graduate this spring?"

I clicked on "Yes."

"Which faculty do you belong in?"

I clicked on "Arts and Humanities," then "Submit."

The screen loads.

Still loading...

and loading...

Then, "Congratulations! You have successfully applied for graduation!"

And of course I screamed and ran to the washroom and jumped up and down like I always do when I get really excited.