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My Biggest and Best Tip for Backpacking Europe

Simple:

Overnight travel = Use daylight for exploring rather than travel + Covers cost of hostel or hotel.

Take night ferries, bus, or trains.

It’s a Twofer. Two birds one stone. You have to move around while backpacking Europe, also you have to sleep. Why not do both at once?

IMG_6713 IMG_6714 IMG_6758 IMG_6723 IMG_6727That is what Jessica and I did, anyways and it worked out great. We loved the night ferries from England to Denmark and Sweden to Estonia. Our night train from Denmark to Sweden however, we did not love. It received a nickname, that rhythms with L train. What is your worst public transportation story? I have a few. Maybe, if you are good, next post will be all about the 2014’s H.E. Double Hockey Sticks Train to Sweden and how it reminded me of the night on the Literal L train to Shanghai in 2005.

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First Accidental Selfie Video

This was the first of many video clips taken on our trip. We were in New York.

Welcome to New York

Should I go back this weekend?

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Goal: Travel My Pants Off

There is this country song, I have fallen in love with the words:

I'll Go Anywhere

“West Virginia, baby I don’t care. Mexico on wild hair. Have you ever seen California? Pick a spot on any old map. I travel light and my bags are packed. Just as long as I’m where you’re at, I’m gonna have a real good view. I’ll go anywhere, anywhere with you.” written by Ben Hayslip sung by Jake Owen.

I have kind of made it my mantra. If we break it up we can tell it is a love song rather than a travel song but baby I don’t care. He might be telling his lover, he only needs one view but I am telling everyone that my lover is the differing views. I really do travel light and I pack rather quickly, so they are practically packed. I’ll go anywhere, here is the difference though, I’ll go anywhere with anyone. (Within reasonable limits, don’t follow strangers to foreign places, please; that is not what I am promoting.) I have always tried my best whenever asked to travel anywhere, to just go.

I have missed out on a few (5) amazing Caribbean cruise, a trip to Brazil, one to Russia, a couple of trips to Zions, a snowmobile trip to Morgan Utah, a Yellowstone trip, a trip to Denver, Disneyland, and once in a lifetime opportunity to spend a night in Adam-ondi-Ahman with a couple missionary who were serving there. Wow, I really am shocked about the accuracy of this list. It is because travel is so important to me the missed trips haunt me. Anyways, this isn’t a blog about missed opportunities rather a blog about opportunities that were taken. I’ll go anywhere.

So, when my cousin asked if I wanted to go to Europe with her, logically I said yes. The next few blog posts are going to be about the adventure we had along the way.

Please stay tuned for a jolly good time. I am planning on: selfie videos, hanger survival stories, travel tips, maybe some packing advice… I am not sure.

Is there anything you want to hear about or see? I should let you pick. Which of those do you wan to know about? Leave a note in the comments and I’ll comply, within reason.

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Skydiving Canyonlands

“Make sure my sister knows I loved her

Make sure my mother knows the same

Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing

Like the love that let us share our name

Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing

Like the love that let us share our name”

-The Avett Brothers

This is one of those stories I’ll tell until the day I jump out of that plane and forget that rip cord. (Or lying in my death bed, get it? …Until the day I die.) To morbid? Sorry, I am fine with it as you can see in this video clip, I verbally state my will but it is all a joke. Ever since we planned our death in CNA class, my own death is not a fear of mine.

Anyways, this will forever be one of my favorite life stories and I can not due it justice. Perhaps justice could be served if  Blake, Karli, and I gathered you around a kitchen table and described it in excruciating detail.  Great stories would be told. Catch phrases would be remembered. (It only takes 5 minutes. Schetch.)  The next best thing is this video clip.

Jumping out of this plane was seriously one of the best things I have ever done. (Not the best, one of the best.) It was the perfect mixture of amazing, thrilling, and peaceful. I was called a straight-up bad A, twice, from a  professional skydiver. The feeling falling towards earth, Oh and the view! I loved it.  Would I do it again. Yes. Would I sell everything I own and buy a parachute and do this everyday? Yeah, everyday.

Should I? Maybe, I am just glad I was able to share this adventure with good old Blake and my little sister Karli. She is a trooper. This one is for you, I love ya girl. (Thanks for the idea Blake, I might have stolen this from your “last words”.)

Name

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Cowboy’s Chaps

We all have that kind of friend, you know the type of that you loan $20 to, then they disappear. You know the type that shows up with bleached blonde hair because of a lost bet. This kind of friend is the life of the party. This is the type of person you take on a road trip.

Perhaps, you all aren’t as lucky enough to have this type of friend. My sister, Karli and I are lucky enough. So, we did invite our friend Blake on our road trip. He is a 24 hour comedy act. A friend like that sure makes a road trip super exciting.

I have always wanted to backpack around Southern Utah. Canyon Lands, Arches, and Moab, you know the drill. In particular I have always wanted to see Cowboy’s Chaps. You might know it as Delicate or Ladies Britches. Or perhaps you don’t recognize any of those names at all, but I am talking about the most famous arch of all time, the one that is the face of the Utah license plates. Odd as is might sound I planned on licking that arch.

We took a little weekend road trip to Moab. We pulled directly into Arches National Park after the drive. Utah is hot in the middle of the summer. Why was I wearing pants? We pulled into the visitors center to get a little information, a little water, and to change into shorts.

When I walked into the parking lot there was Blake at the wheel of my car with my sister buckled in the back. “Okay,” I thought, “Let’s do this.”

Little did I know, that Blake too was looking to see Cowboy’s Chaps. In fact, he hardly cared about the rest of the arches we pasted, as we raced through the park. Finally, Karli said “Can we stop and take some pictures?” That was of course one of our main goals, to take some amazing photos of that wonderful place. Blake stopped the car. And we took some pictures.

Karli and Blake on our Road Trip

Karli and Blake in their kaki pants on our Road Trip

We got out and hiked the trails and climbed some rocks. We had a small picnic of PB& Js. Blake brought a special bag of cherries that he snacked on the entire time. If there are ever Cherry trees in Arches National Park, I am sure it will be because of Blake. He was spitting seeds everywhere while joking about how he would run off and live in the park for the rest of his life.

Blake's Utah Cherries

Blake’s Utah Cherries

I wanted to see the sun set while we were there at Cowboy’s Chaps. We planned it just right so that we would be before the sun went down. We hiked the longer hike. I thought I was in shape enough to keep up with those two, but Blake and Karli lead the way, as I gasped for air behind them. It was a lovely hike. I enjoyed the fact that the trail was covered with several languages and a variety of ages. I feel that Cowboy’s Chaps is beautiful scene that all should enjoy.

Karli and I waited for our turn to take our picture. That is when I accomplished my goal, I leaned in and licked it. Maybe it is just me but it tasted of sand, wind, salt, accomplishment, friendship, and a hint of cherries.

Cowboy's Chaps

Cowboy’s Chaps by TeAnna Rasmussen

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Angel Man

My San Francisco Faces #2

  • Angel man who gave us tickets for the cable car. He showed up out of nowhere. (Okay not true. We just weren’t paying attention.) We were being all tourist-y taking pictures and making videos of the famous cable cars. We were planning on getting on trip down. When out of nowhere a handsome (not sure I remember that well but he was so nice that he gets a handsome in his description) blond man who was about 6’4″ with an accent and a brown jacket, early to mid forties, asked my sister if she had bought her tickets yet. She said,” No,” confused and said,  “I think you can pay when  you get on car.” She was thinking he was asking if he needed his tickets before.  He said here and handed her some tickets. We looked down in shock and all said thanks in unison.  And then he was gone. We had been trying to plan on a budget it was a blessing.  He must have been watching the crowd because he knew there were four of us in our party even though Lindsay had stepped away to check for prices. We never noticed him or his family picking us out but were grateful he picked us. 

In this moment I learned that good people are everywhere. Random acts of kindness are blessings. You never know who is watching. Also, I learned I would love to be more like him. My dad always says: “When you share with others you are blessed with more to share.” I know that Angel Man will be blessed for his kindness.

Cable Cars

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British Beauty

My Faces of San Francisco #1

  • British Beauty and I never interacted. But her words changed me and her accent caught my ears attention on the metro. She was in her early thirties, long blonde hair, fashion sense and San Fran whether sense.She wore a black classy blazer, white lacy dress and she was headed to the airport. She spoke with strangers and was friendly. Now for her life story or at least the shortened version that I learned  eavesdropping.  A cosmotaligist in the Cosmopolitan. She had moved to New York, felt unsatisfied with the attitude of the people of city. She explained that everyone was about going out, looking great, and where the party is at.  She was ready for the change.  She described as long as you love what you are doing it doesn’t matter where you are. So, she picked up her life and moved to San Francisco. She painted San Francisco with beautiful words.

“San Francisco  it isn’t a class, it isn’t a race, it has a style of it’s own. It is accepts everyone. It is beautiful.” (more or less… & super inspiring.)

San Fran is beautiful. It is accepting, I see why she moved there. I would.

This lady taught me so many things in such a short time frame and never even spoke to me.  “If you love what you do it doesn’t matter where you are.” If things aren’t going how you’d like change it. Life is about more than keeping up with everyone around you. Confidence is beautiful and sharing your story is inspiring.

San Franny Face

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My Faces of San Francisco

Dear readers,

I promised I would write more about my life and the things I have been up to.  I have so many stories to tell. I am not even sure how to do it.  I wrote in my journal to practice but I feel like I even want to tell you more than what I wrote there.

I have had a great July. I know it is not over, nor do I want it to end. Too many things will change…

But let’s just talk about how, I went to San Francisco this month.

Whilst there, I created a list of people that I encountered. These people impacted my trip in one way or another. For some reason I would like to share them with all you all.

My next few posts will be about the faces of San Francisco that I encountered.

Bare with me. You’ll understand one day.

Thanks.

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Packing Fashion Tips

Packing ideas

Fashion tips for packing:

1. Know before you go, research a bit into what is going to be like. You don’t want to pack only shorts and sandals even if you are headed to hot AZ. (Sometimes life throws you a storm.) Learn about cultural expectations. You don’t want to be the offensive stranger.  Perhaps it will just be your lack of manicure, that sets you apart as a visitor. (With my experience it is usually just mannerisms that offend; showing off the bottom of your shoes, being excessively loud, your smile, etc.)

2.  Pack your staples, keep it classy. Your go to jeans, you know the ones that make you feel great. A dress that you can dress up or dress down. A few classy shirts, the type you can throw on accessorizes. Neutral swim suits and outerwear depending on the area of travel. Dark jeans or dress pants are also something that you can build on. When packing your staples, pack in neutral tones, this is where I usually fail.

I pack several colored/ flowery/plaid (You are getting the picture…) blouses and a few jeans. Dear me, There has to be more to your wardrobe than just claiming my jeans to be my staples. Staples should be classy.

3.  Add your pop of color! I love this phrase. Choose a flattering color palette that can be easily combined with your classic/staples.  Add in pieces that will spice up you vacation with that pop of color. Don’t be afraid of what you’ll add in this section, this is where you’ll gain your fashion variety. (Currently, mine would surely include some Kelly Green.)

4. Shoes. Plan them well. Shoes take up the most space and add the most weight.  So,  find ways to get multiple uses. At times that will mean being creative and stepping out of your fashion comfort zone.(Aka tennies with summer dress?) Think of the activities you’ll be participating in, make sure that you have appropriate footwear. (Avoid wearing tennis shoes with your little black dress to the black tie event.)

*Packing tip: Shower caps to keep your soles from soling your clothes.

5. Last the best of all the game: Accessories! Accessories are the icing on the cake.  Bring those cute earnings you get complements on. The little things will complete the outfit and the look.  Be cautious on your expensive things or the sentimental pieces you don’t want to loose. Take things you normally wear and are comfortable with. That is something to remember, and works in general with everything you are packing;  if you wear it here, you’ll wear it there.

Where ever you go:

 Bon Voyage!

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Cover Up?

Bathing suit cover ups

Rusty romper as a bathing suit cover up

Pastel dress as a bathing suit cover up

Tank and board shorts

Tank and board shorts

I wish I were headed off to enjoy the sun with these babes.

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