TravelWanderlust
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I am a folk and indie music enthusiast. If you do not have an ounce of appreciation for songs that contain thought-provoking lyrics, soul-stroking acoustic arrangements, or chillingly smooth voices that may or may not remind you of butter, you might as well stop reading right now. But I think I can bring you over to my…
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“Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.” -Seneca. Oxford is the kind of beautiful that places a gentle hand on your shoulder and urges you to take a seat, your eyes cast to its fawn colored edifices all the while. It’s the kind of beauty that coalesces past and present with such…
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London is difficult to put a finger on. In addition to being absurdly large in dimension with too many Tube stops going in too many directions, the city contains labyrinthian cobbled roads that seem to wind in on themselves, continually leading the wandering visitor back to where she started. All too easily, you could spend…
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“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.” -Roman Payne In a word: go. Go to Howth. Smell the…
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Here is the latest thing I know to be true: London is as beautiful, idyllic, and indisputably captivating as I had imagined it to be. For nearly the first time, my wild, far-fetched expectations of something have been exceeded by its reality. Since last Sunday I’ve been walking the hallowed streets of London with a hand…
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I thought I’d start doing a Quote Of The Week, seeing as I am frequently inspired by the words of writers and, more specifically, their thoughts on travel. Here is a brilliant one from Mark Twain: “Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth…
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The Grecian seaport town of Nafplio was my final destination on a trip that was, quite simply, transformative. To encapsulate my visit in just several paragraphs would be an injustice to its true value. I could write pages about the depth to which I learned about both myself and the world around me, particularly such locations as…
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This is not a city for the unremarkable. After a lengthy flight seated next to a kind but rather shy young man called Chris from Northern Ireland, I arrived in the lively city of Dublin. Here’s a tip for those with small bladders on international flights: book an aisle seat. Thankfully for both Chris and myself,…
Eliana Jordan 
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