My threshold for what I consider fantastic is low. Very low.
So is my incentive to travel. I will travel pretty much anywhere for a cookie.
The result? I am constantly mesmerized- usually by something that can easily be bypassed in daily life without any hesitation. Just…not in my case. Chances are, if you can climb it or jump off it it, I’m there. If it’s shiny and found in nature, I’m definitely there. If it has any potential to trigger any type of smile, I’m already there. If I can dance on it, around it, underneath it, between it, or despite it….yes, please. This makes for quite an interesting sense of adventure: I will go wherever air particles seem content.
Sometimes, I should hesitate. I really should. Maybe then my ankle wouldn’t be sprained or my tailbone wouldn’t be broken. Maybe the nerve damage in the leg wouldn’t have happened. Maybe then I wouldn’t have fallen through a house or wound up in places where it’s clearly not optimal to be after dark, after dark. Clearly, I’m not untouchable. Clearly, hoping that inertia suddenly fails and the laws of physics go on temporary hiatus just isn’t enough. Clearly, from personal experience, inertia hurts.
Doesn’t matter. Not yet, anyway.
For now, content air particles are all the incentive I need. Luckily enough, I have found a few soul mates that share in the wanderlust. We get it. We understand that just because it’s not our way doesn’t mean it’s the wrong way. We are blissfully enraptured by a constantly evolving reality. Our expectations involve breathing- sometimes food. We’ll dance regardless of the situation.
As we’ve learned, this is when the best kind of adventures are born.
This is why seven weeks in Europe are about to happen. This is why we start in Miami. This is why it’s all happening with a backpack, some couchsurfing, some villas, some hostels, some awkward ideas, some purple pants, and a slew of unrealistic yet totally feasible goals. Oh, and, of course, a pair of exceptionally sexy black heels…because we may be head over heels in love with the universe, but it doesn’t mean we won’t be six feet tall and sassy about it.
And so begin the adventures of two Russian girls in Europe.
