Mountain Skiing

Skiing in the mountains is such a different experience than skiing at your run-of-the-mill ski hills that we visit back home in Minnesota. There are a few good ski areas up in northern Minnesota, but they don’t even begin to compare to skiing out West in the mountains.

Instead of skiing Big Sky, we opted for Bridger Bowl, a smaller, lesser known, and less-touristy ski area. It was still way more impressive than any ski hill I had ever seen. It seemed like the trails lasted forever as they wound down through trees and forests, past mountain views, chair lifts, and chalets. The snow was impeccable: extra powdery at some

Spain Part 2: Adventures in Spain

I spent a total of three weekends in Spain, and they were mostly spent going on outings outside of Madrid with Natalia and her family to discover other parts of Spain.

My first weekend there, we spent a day in Segovia, a historic town just north of Madrid. As it had once been part of the Roman empire, the city was filled with remains of the ancient empire. At the center of the city was an iconic Roman Aqueduct, complete with it’s own visitor’s center and gift shop that detailed Segovia’s Roman history. To add to it’s historical repertoire, Segovia is famous for the Alcázar de Segovia, as a stunning medieval

Spain Part 1: My First Time Traveling Alone

Three years ago, my family was given the amazing opportunity of hosting an exchange student from Spain. Her name was Natalia, and she lived with us for 5 months for the second semester of the 2012-2013 school year. Living with someone from all the way across the world was definitely a cool experience. She taught me some Spanish, and we helped her work on her English and assimilate into American culture; we were each other’s windows into new and foreign cultures.

The following summer, (summer of 2014), at barely 15 year old, I flew all the way to Spain on my own to spend a few weeks with Natalia’s family just outside of Madrid. I was about

Traveling Teen

I’m 16 yrs old, a high school student. You might ask how a high school student has the time and opportunity to run a travel blog. I ask this myself from time to time. I accredit most of my travel to parents’ love of travel. They’ve taken my siblings and me to the ends of the earth and back, and I couldn’t be more grateful. When my mom travels, she meets people from around the world and develops connections. Connections that last even today and bring us back to those places where the connections were made. She has friends and connections in France, Seattle, Montreal, Guatemala to name a few, and she’s drawn back to those places with the promise of seeing an old friend (not to mention free lodging), and