My love letter to the United States of America 

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It all started in Florida, but quickly grew its way into East Coast road trips, Route 1 adventures and a trip that brought me halfway across the country. We zigzagged a few states here and there, and before I knew it I needed more than my fingers and toes to count the States I had visited. By the time I was 15 my family and I had travelled to the country 19 times. When my 16th birthday came around my roots were torn up from the familiar Danish ground and relocated to what was to become my 2nd home.

When I turned 21 I had been to 33 states. Some I passed through within hours, others I spent days exploring and a selected few I lived in for years. I grew up traveling the U.S. in the back seat of cars.

I fell in love with surfing on the beaches of Hawaii. I got a picture with Minnie Mouse at Disney World in Florida, not to be confused with Disney Land in California where I met Pocahontas and almost peed my pants on the Indiana Jones ride. I had my first New Years kiss to the sound of the ball dropping at a high school party in Connecticut. I drove two hours with college girlfriends to shop at Trader Joe’s in Orlando. I survived a category 4 hurricane in the basement of a hotel that was falling apart in Florida. I stood on all four in the famous cross where Colorado, Utah, Arizona and New Mexico meet, the only place in the country where you can be in four states at once. I ordered room-service in Las Vegas with my sister while my parents were trying their luck in the casino. Forever the biggest piece of chocolate cake I have seen. I danced the day and night away at a music festival in New York City.  I considered eating my way through a meat challenge in Virginia. I flew over Grand Canyon in a helicopter. I got to see my then boyfriend win the national championship running the mile at Harvard University. I slept through the fireworks over Niagara Falls. I graduated high school and got to throw my cap in to the air. I gazed out over Manhattan with my best friends from a rooftop terrace. I spent a weekend learning the ins and outs of snowboarding in Vermont. I got asked to prom spelled out on cupcakes in the middle of calculus class. I saw shooting stars on the beach in Cape Cod, skinny dipping with a Corona in my hand and some of the best people surrounding me. I met a little girl in Central Park that wanted me to teach her how to do cart wheels. I got a tattoo of an airplane in Tampa. I swam around in one pool after another, always pretending I was a mermaid. I got to experience a true Hamptons weekend, and everything that comes with it. I got stopped by a police boat in the Gulf; “According to Florida State Law its against the rules to be outside the railing of your boat.” I drove 1,300 miles down the East Coast to get to my college. I experienced a different world in New Orleans. I watched my first meteor shower on Compo Beach. I drove thorugh Death Valley and was amazed by what I saw. I got a glimpse into space in Houston. I went on endless amounts of walks and was always greeted with smiles and hellos. I met some of the most amazing people I will ever know.

I could continue that list for days, but I bet it got pretty boring after 5 memories, unless you were one of the people that I got to share them with. I have had countless amazing and unforgettable experiences. Many of them I can thank my parents for, but even more I can thank the beautiful people of this country and it’s mind blowing scenery, nature and cities.

What is really interesting (and most of all sad) is that I’ve met quite a few people arond the world who doesn’t have the United States on their bucket list. People that wants to see the whole world, except for the states. The reasons are always political and stereotypical.
Whenever I get asked a question ending with “isn’t it like that in the States?” or people state that “that’s how it works in America” I always make a very clear point about how the country (in term of stereotypes) should really be viewed as 50 small countries, and that because your cousin experienced one thing with an American in Oregan 5 years ago, it doesn’t automatically mean that the 20 million people living 2,800 miles away would’ve have acted that way or said those same words.

Please don’t leave the United States off of your bucket list because of the stereotypes, because of what you have heard, because of what you have seen on the news or because of the election that turned Donald Trump into the president..

The United States is an incredible, beautiful and diverse country. For what it is and for all it has yet to become. Yes they have some serious issues, but what country doesn’t.

Open up your mind; there’s so much you don’t know and so much you have yet to see and experience.

// Annika

Traveling solo

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Edit: I can see that I started writing this post December 19th 2015. This was after my first solo trip traveling to Portugal. I remember feeling almost embarrassed back then to say that I was traveling on my own. Oh how things have changed. I then continued writing almost three years ago before I headed to Sri Lanka on a five weeks solo trip. Lastly I edited the post after returning from my solo trip to Turkey last summer. For some odd reason I never posted it, but now here it is. 

“Who are you going with?” Time after time this is one of the first questions I get asked when talking about a new trip I’m planning. “Myself” I answer proudly.  An answer that’s usually reciprocated with a nervous smile. Some people flat out ask “Why!?”
Others say something like; “Oh… but.. you’re going with a group right? .. Or an agency?” When the answer to that question is “No,” the nervous smile turns into a weird look, and so the explaining begins..

To me traveling solo is the feeling of complete freedom, strength and independence.

Each time I feel happy when traveling alone it is a different kind of intense happiness than other people can give me. It’s happiness completely created from within, and experiencing that I am capable of feeling that kind of happiness solely brought upon by myself, brings me the strongest feeling of content.

The happiest of campers after completing a challenging hike all on my own through caves in Cappadocia, Turkey

Solo traveling is done by many, but questioned by even more. Nonetheless it is something I have come to love. I might even say I’ve gotten addicted to it.
Each trip is a growing experience, and every time I connect with a foreign stranger I get an exhilarating feeling. In the strangest way, traveling alone makes me feel more alive. This feeling is mostly derived from becoming friends with people holding a different nationality. It makes me feel both wildly excited and incredibly calm to know that all around the world are friendships waiting to be had.

When I travel alone I experience everything more intensely, and I get to know myself better. I push boundaries, move outside of my comfort zone and each time I reach a new destination, I start over from square one.

Every solo trip start out with me being nervous. “What have I done?” “Why am I doing this?” are just few among the many questions that runs through my mind when I am at the airport, waiting impatiently to board the aircraft.
Traveling alone is not easy peasy flowers and butterflies. There’s no one to hold your spot in the two hour long service desk line you’re forced to wait in when you missed your connecting flight and you’re two mili seconds and a rain drop from peeing your pants. There’s no one to help you out when you’re five minutes from the airport and realise that you forgot your passport at the hostel you were staying at (yes, this really happened…). There’s also no one to look after you late at night when a person is following you on the way back to your hostel, somehow appearing at every corner even though you continuously make the weirdest turns. These are few among many issues that you potentially have to deal with all by yourself. There are lonely moments and moments when things go wrong and I’d do anything to have a travel buddy by my side, but they are few and far between.

Another question I often face is “aren’t you going to get sick of your own company?” To be quite honest, I think I am the only person in the world I could spend 24/7 alone with for five weeks without getting sick of my own company. I kind of have to be able to do that. And truthfully, each time I travel alone, I find myself being surrounded by more people than if I had been traveling with a friend. You meet so many new people – new friends – from all over the world.

I’ve come to know incredible souls from Canada, Ireland, England, France, Switzerland, Russia, Holland, Sri Lanka, Australia, New Zealand, Sweden, Turkey, Germany, Spain and so many other countries. These might not all be people whom I stay in touch with on a weekly, monthly, or even yearly basis, but if I ever visit their country I’ll be sure to stop by to give them a hug and share a bottle of wine. Just as they all know that if they ever come across Copenhagen, they’ll have a place to stay and a tour guide at their disposal.

“Those who fly solo have the strongest wings” said a quote I once read. Now, I believe that nothing is stronger than the bond two people, whom have chosen each other, share, but to further strengthen that bond, I truly think that it is paramount to know that you are able to “fly” on your own, without having someone ready to catch you if you break a wing. If you ask me, traveling solo is something everyone should do at least once in their life.

I don’t intend to always fly solo, to always travel alone, but for now it is undoubtedly my favorite way to explore, experience and grow. Little by little. Trip by trip.

So please don’t make me explain.

// Annika

So I moved to London!?

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Why yes. Just like that. Time has flown once again, and it’s been six months since I’ve published my words here. In the grand scheme of things six months is nothing, but this time around six months in my life has been enough to turn absolutely everything upside down. In the last six months I’ve finished the first year of school, quit my job, sublet my apartment, gotten an internship, lost a friend, become closer with others, gained a boyfriend and oh yes, moved to London. I’ve even managed to live in the same country as my parents for a few weeks. Something we haven’t done in years. So yes. Life has been crazy to say the least.

My London move isn’t permanent, since it’s due to a six months internship. I’m working with marketing for VisitDenmark – the national danish tourism board / advertising agency. Basically my job is to get the brits to travel to Denmark. It’s the perfect fit for me.

Moving here was quite an impulsive decision. I hadn’t considered doing my internship abroad, but all of a sudden it was the only option. I was between New York, Bangladesh and London, but here I am, in London. Trying something new.

I spent the first week being incredibly overwhelmed. I’ve learned that Copenhagen is just a pocket sized city, so living in an actual city has been quite a change. I quickly learned that the tube made my life miserable, so living in a place where it wouldn’t be a part of a daily routine was an absolute must. I ended up in a room in an apartment with six roommates that costs me more than double of my entire apartment in Copenhagen, but I only have a 15 minute walk to work which is BEYOND AMAZING for London. My landlord is shit, most things in the apartment aren’t working and I’m sharing a bathroom with four guys, but the room works perfectly fine for the short period that it is.

I came to London with the ambition to see all of UK during my six months over here, but gaining a boyfriend and thus a long distance relationship that “takes away” every other weekend has made me adjust my ambitions a little. However, I still want to see a lot. I’ve been here for more than two months now and have spend most of my time exploring London. I’ve also already been back to Denmark twice and have visited both Berlin and Paris. BUT. Starting tomorrow it’s time to explore the UK. I’ve acquired a train ticket for Cambridge and will journey on a day trip tomorrow. I’m excited.

I’ll be back. With pictures. And words. The usual. I also had planned that I’d be catching up on the many travels I haven’t written about in here during my time in London, but we’ll see if that actually happens.

// Annika

Travel anxiety

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Google anxiety and the first thing that comes up is a definition stated in Medical News Today:

“Anxiety is a general term for several disorders that cause nervousness, fear, apprehension, and worrying. These disorders affect how we feel and behave and can cause physical symptoms

I am lucky enough to only feel one kind of anxiety in my life; travel anxiety.

Travel anxiety are feelings that occur in my body before I go on solo trips. It’s caused by different things for different people, but for me it’s the following thoughts that return to my mind every trip I take:

  • “WHY do I have to do this to myself!?” – In this thought, the “this” means leaving my comfort zone. WHY do I have to make myself leave my comfort zone in such extreme ways? I ask myself.
    In reality I love leaving my comfort zone. I love the thrill, excitement and adrenaline rush I get after doing so. But travelling solo is an incredible intense way of playing with my comfort zone, why I always question my travel decisions before I take off. I blame myself for booking the trip, and for not remembering that I get these feelings, and that they could be avoided if I would just travel with other people. And yes, it would be so much easier and safer to travel with friends or just stay at home, but easy and safe is far from how I want to live my life. And that, among many other reasons, is why I have to do this to myself.
  • “What if somethings goes wrong?” – The risk that something goes wrong is definitley more than doubled when you travel solo compared to when you don’t. You only have one brain and one set of hands to get you out of tricky situations and you’re an easier victim to crime when you’re by yourself. This actually isn’t something that worries me at all, because in the big picture the risk that something goes wrong is still pretty small, but it is something that worries other people. And they always bring their worry up, and put it on me.
  • “Did I pack everything?” – This thought always hits me, but over the years I’ve been better at handling it. In reality, if you have your passport (and maybe a visa) and your wallet, you should be able to handle pretty much every situation. Even though I try to feel comfortable knowing this, I am always semi uneasy about forgetting something.

Right now it’s 00:37 and I’m laying on my couch in Copenhagen. My body was filled with anxiety half an hour ago, but writing this post helped. Writing always helps. The little bit of anxiety that’s left I can definitely handle, and once I land in Istanbul tomorrow it’ll all be gone. Oh yes, I’m leaving for a 16 day solo trip to Turkey tomorrow. Which is why the anxiety is once again back in my body. More on the trip coming up!

Earlier today I saw this picture on Facebook, and it made me both sad and happy. Sad for the thousands of people that had commented and tagged their friends, and happy because I am definitely not one of them. It reminded me that I’ll take all the travel anxiety you can possible give me over going no damn where. Any day, over and over again.

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In 24 hours I’ll be sound asleep in my hostel bed in Istanbul (if everything goes right that is), and I cannot wait. Goodbye comfort zone and hello unforgetable experiences, new friendships and memories for life. Under the thin layer of anxiety I am so happy I keep doing this to myself.

// Annika

Euro travel pact

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The three biggest thought processes I had during the weekend I spent in Amsterdam was 1. “I am in LOVE with Amsterdam,” 2. “I LOVE life” and 3. “WHY don’t I do this more often?” 

To elaborate a bit on that last one; it really is a shame. With the plane ticket, the apartment, the food and the bit of shopping I did (really I only bought cheese) I probably spend a total of $400. Not bad at all, compared to what I got out of the trip. 

This I why I have made a pact with myself that I have to do at least three mini euro trips every year. They’re cheap, easy to fit in to a busy schedule like mine and you still get SO much out of it. Paris, Berlin, London, Prague, Rom, Faroe Islands, Barcelona, Stockholm, Dublin, Iceland. Yeah I think you get the picture, the list is never ending. So you are here by a witness of this pact that I have made with myself. Feel free to comment mean things at me if I don’t stick to it!

Edit: This post was written December 22nd 2015 (wow I just had to doublecheck when typing that – that’s two and half years ago!!!!!). I never posted it because I wanted to write about the above mentioned Amsterdam trip first, but that post is also still saved in my drafts. So here it is.

I’ve stuck with the pact though!! Which makes me very happy. In 2016 I went on weekend trips to Florence, Italy, Prague, Czech Republic and Utrecht, Holland. In 2017 I went on weekend trips to London, England (twice), Reykjavik, Iceland and on short trips to Oslo, Norway and Malmö, Sweden.

On every trip I still get those same feelings of “I LOVE life” and “WHY don’t I do this more often!?”

For 2018 I’ve only been to Budapest, Hungary this far, but the year has only just begun.

I’m pretty sure I’ll try and stick with the pact until I can’t walk on my own anymore.

// Annika

And so another year has come to an end

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2017 felt like a year of few travels, but after going over the trips I went on I have to admit that that is complete nonsense. I guess I feel that way because 2016 was so insanely filled with travels that any year following that had a whole lot to live up to. 

January 1st I woke up with some of my best friends in New York City in a beautiful apartment on the 44th floor after ringing in the New Year in a warehouse in Brooklyn. 

In April I journeyed to China with an amazing coworker/friend of mine, a trip that turned out to be one of the best I’ve been on. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced as much in 10 days as I did on that trip. 

In May I travelled to London to visit family. I had only visited London when I was a little kid, so this trip felt like my first London experience and I fell in love with the city. It has so much more charm than I had expected. 

I moved in to a new apartment in one of my favorite areas in Copenhagen in the beginning of the year, why I decided to stay home for the summer and relax completely and just take in what Denmark had to offer. Despite the fact that it was a historical bad summer weather wise I had an absolutely amazing summer filled with best friends and festivals. In August I left the country shortly for a Swedish festival where I got to see a bit of Gothenburg and a few of my favorite artist. 

In September I was back in London on a trip with my favorite coworkers to try the Gin Experience at the Portobello Road Ginstitute. Once again London had me. 

In September I also went on an incredible weekend trip to Iceland. A country I hadn’t visited before (other than countless layovers at the airport). It blew me away and I’ve decided to return on a two-week trip sometimes soon. 

In November I travelled to New York to visit a bunch of my high school friends. I had an amazing week in the city that never sleeps. I stayed with my friends in their apartment, so for a week I got the true New Yorker feeling and actually ended up feeling like I had moved in. It was perfect. 

In November I also went on the infamous “Oslo båden;” a ferry that sails from Copenhagen to Oslo over the weekend, leaving you with seven hours to explore Oslo. A full weekend in Oslo would’ve been perfect, but despite the short amount of time I got to see quite a lot of the city. The main attraction for me was seeing the beautiful opera house. 

In December I went on a short weekend trip to Malmø in Sweden. Malmø is the third largest city in Sweden and is just a short 40 minute train ride from Copenhagen, making it a perfect trip if you don’t have too much time on your hand but still want to leave the country. The city is very cute and cozy and I’m in love with the area out by the Turning Torso building where you have a view over Copenhagen and the Øresund Bridge. 

All in all it’s been an incredible year of travels. Traveling and experiencing other countries is still without a doubt my biggest interest and I feel incredibly blessed that I am able to travel as much as I have been. 

For 2018 I definitely want to go on at least one trip by myself, something I didn’t do in 2017. 

I’ve started dreaming about my trips of 2018 and am currently thinking the following:

– A trip to Turkey in the spring. I want to spend a few days in Istanbul and then go to Cappadocia to hike and fly in a hot air balloon. 

– A trip to Nicaragua in the summer where I want to work at a surf and yoga hostel so I can get back to surfing on the daily. Potentially this trip could be mixed with a stopover in Costa Rica 

– A weekend trip to Budapest have been on my list for way too long, so I’m thinking 2018 is also the year where I get to experience the city

– A trip or two to the United States. My best American friend is throwing a wedding so ideally I’ll be visiting for both the wedding and the bachelorette party 

In 2016 I made a deal with myself that I have to go on at least three weekend trips, which also makes room for two other European cities on that list. Maybe Edinburg and Vienna? Who knows. 

Knowing myself I know very well that what’s on the drawing board today probably won’t be in a few months, but for now those are the trips I’m dreaming about. 

Also my life is going to change radically in 2018 as I’ll return to school and thus put life with a steady income behind me, so to make all of these trips happen I’ll have to get real creative.

I can’t wait to see what places 2018 takes me to. 
// Annika

Why starting a travel blog is one of the best things I’ve done

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I haven’t posted as much as I would like. As of right now my blog has 28 blog posts and 20 drafts. I’ve travelled to Amsterdam, Prague, New York, Sweden and other places that I have not yet posted about. But starting a travel blog is still one of the best things I’ve done.

Why, you might ask? I’ll tell you why.

Once in a while I take out a few hours of my day and I read every post I’ve posted. That is what I had just done when the idea for this post hit me. I reread how I in my blogpost about my second day in Florence had stated that “that was probably the greatest place I have ever enjoyed a cup of coffee” after enjoying a cappucino on top of a department store with the most stunning view. A few post later, when talking about my sailing trip when visiting Greenland I wrote that the cup of coffe I enjoyed while sitting in a mountain intersection in the middle of Greenland was “probably one of the best cups of coffees I’ve had. More so because of the surroundings than the actual coffee.” It made me laugh, but it made me smile more. How lucky am I to twice in 2016 have had dranken coffee in the most beautiful place I could imagine in that given moment? And how lucky am I to have written it down, so I time and time again can be reminded of how extraordinary these two little moments really were?

When I was in Greenland I had completely forgotten about that Florence cup of coffee, and if it hadn’t been for my blog, my travel diary, I probably would have never thought about it again.

Travelling is what I spent most of my money on. It is how I regenerate. How I become a better and wiser person. It is how I open up both my world and my mind. It is how I challenge myself and how I leave my comfort zone. Travelling is my biggest passion. It is how I gather endless amount of irreplaceable experiences, adventures, friendships and memories. So why should I only live through each trip once? Why not capture it forever, instead of slowly allowing it to get pushed further to the back in my mind, making room for new memories, until it becomes so distant that I only remember that I once visited Greenland, and not how good that cup of coffee tasted, how absolutely unreal the setting was, how crisp the air felt in that moment and how it was accompanied by the most beautiful sound of complete and utter silent that I have ever heard?

Having this blog, I get to re-experience all of my most magical moments over and over again, as many times as I would like. And I get to share them with both likeminded travel loving peeps and the people that I love. If that isn’t amazing, I don’t know what is.

// Annika

Last trip of the year

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It was late October and I was skyping with my parents. I told them how I was gonna go to New York City to see all of my best friends this coming summer for a week or so, but as we later on in the Skype session started talking about New Year’s Eve it hit me; Why not go for New Years??? I was far from excited about the potential plans I had in Copenhagen and at the same time I was missing my American girls too much. 

Less than an hour after the thought had occurred in my mind I had cleared it with the girls, gotten it approved from my manager and booked the flight. The most impulsive travel decision I’ve ever made, and to be honest I’ve regretted it quite a few times since. Within the last two months I’ve been to Texas, Prague, Amsterdam and Sweden. I’ve also kept up with my full time job, found out that I’m moving in one month (which means planning and packing) and tried to study for an exam that just so happens to be the day after I get back from this trip. 

I’ve overplanned my calendar and am starting to wear myself out a bit. This year I have taken every opportunity to travel, causing me to not have spent a single day of vacation at home in my apartment. As much as I love travelling, I also need days home on my couch to take everything I’ve experienced in, and I’ve neglected that part of myself a bit this year. I need hours to write down tales about my travels and dwell on the special moments I’ve had, which is exactly why I have this blog. I’ve been on nine trips this year, and I’ve only blogged about two and a half (a half because I never finished my writings about Sri Lanka), which means that I have the longest list of stories to write and 15+ drafts that mainly consist of posts that are halfway done. 

However, I wouldn’t have given up a single one of those trips, and now that I am heading for the airport I feel endlessly excited to be back home in the states and see my best friends. 

For the first time in a year I don’t have any plane tickets waiting for me on my fridge (really they’re usually just in my inbox, but fridge sounds better), so I’m planning on enjoying this trip to the fullest. The auditor busy season is coming up, but I’m hoping to spend the little free time that I do get on writing down all of my memories from the trips of 2016. And of course, recharge for my next trip that’s hopefully gonna be in April. I can’t stay away from the airport for too long. 

For now I have four days to spend with amazing people and a city that never sleeps and I cannot wait. 

// Annika

One big adventure coming up

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So! It is July 21st. This is a special day due to two things: 1. It’s exactly six years since I moved to the United States (in three days it is exactly two years since I moved back to Denmark, man time flies) and 2. I’m going to Sri Lanka today!!!!


When the year first started out and I was planning my upcoming trips I thought that a Costa Rica / Nicaragua trip was in the cards for me this summer. Somehow that turned into Sri Lanka instead, and now I’m at the airport, patiently waiting to board my plane.

I have quite the “Annika it is time to move even further out of your comfort zone” trip planned. Five weeks of my own company is what awaits me once my plane takes off. Five weeks exploring a country I have never before been to, in a part of the world I have very little experience with. And you know what? I am SO excited. And a little bit nervous. But as my friend said; “You’re supposed to be nervous. If you weren’t nervous it’s no fun.”

Anyways, it is not like I’m going to be backpacking alone through the entire country for those five weeks, even though that sounds pretty incredible also..
The first two days of my trip I am completely on my own, but that’s about it. I’ll be spending those days in Galle, where I’ve already booked a hostel.
The next week I am staying at a surf and yoga retreat called Sunshinestories, located in Ahangama. They brand themselves on having unlimited fresh coconuts, so I am not complaining. I found Sunshinestories through Instagram about a year ago, and ever since laying eyes on their admirable way of life I have dreamt about testing it out.
For the remaining four weeks I am going to be volunteering at a newly opened hostel in Weligama called Hangtime Hostel. The twist on this is that I am not quite sure what I am going to be doing, but I get free accommodation, yoga and surf board rental in return, so I am a happy camper.

So yeah, the biggest adventure I’ve ever been on is still undoubtedly the one that started in this exact same airport six years ago, but this is the second biggest adventure and I could not be more excited to see what experiences, lessons and friendships it brings me.

// Annika

 

Upcoming trips

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Me on Sanibel Island (Florida) in 2010. I bet I had no idea how much traveling I’d be planning on doing in 2016.

So I just got back from my christmas break in Houston, Texas. A trip that included an overnight stay in New Orleans.
Being my travel loving self I am (obviously) already planning the next adventures.

Working in auditing means that I have my busy season straight ahead of me. With the year-end closing and time of the year for annual reports for 90% of the clients we have at my company, these next few months are gonna be all work, work, work for me. This leaves little to no time for traveling, but I have managed to squeeze in a short trip to Florence for easter to visit three of my best friends from the states that are studying abroad there.

For summer I am still deciding on my plans, but what is currently on the drawing board is a short trip to Texas combined with a week surf camp in Costa Rica as well as a week long surf camp in Nicaragua.
If I can stretch my money far enough I might also add a week of surfing at my beloved surf camp in Portugal.

Way out in the future I am planning a weekend trip to Barcelona for my Birthday in September and possibly another weekend trip in early December to Paris, London or maybe Berlin.
Last but not least I am hoping to do christmas in Sweden with my family.

WOW, that would be an amazing year. I just splurged today and bought my ticket to both Florence and Barcelona, so it is happening. Such an awesome way to spend January 1st.
One thing I know is that 2016 is going to be a year filled with travel, adventures, new experiences, people and great food. Hell yeah.

Oh and, happy New Years guys!!!!

// Annika