tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84543328933743153872024-03-14T08:08:19.876-07:00A Gypsy SoulAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03315351904781777310noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454332893374315387.post-37847757420907982822015-02-04T11:42:00.001-08:002015-05-21T15:20:43.210-07:00The Move to WordpressA Gypsy Soul has moved to Wordpress and gone through a rebranding!<br />
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You can find me over at <a href="http://www.chasingdepartures.com/">Chasing Departures</a><br />
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I'm so excited to reconnect with you all again!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03315351904781777310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454332893374315387.post-35742344685251778242014-08-06T16:44:00.000-07:002014-08-08T17:12:54.623-07:00The Statue of Liberty from Afar<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I work two jobs. Simple as that. One job I get to stay in town and be a normal person, another job has me going east coast to west coast and everywhere inbetween in a matter of days.<br />
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A few weeks back, I had the opportunity to travel to Newark, New Jersey for my second job. Since I had never been to Newark or that close to New York City, I was eager to hop on the plane and get a move on.<br />
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I wanted to go for the weekend and see the city. What adventurous young person wouldn't want to do that? Unfortunately the timing didn't work out and I literally had to hop on the same plane I had just got off of. The flight attendants were super impressed that I made the 30 minutes out of security and then back through security. Let's face it, I'm just that awesome! HA!<br />
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Fate, or something, must have been on my side that day since I ended up with a row of seats all to myself. And bonus! I just so happened to be on the right side of the plane to see Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty.<br />
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While my photo doesn't compare to the one I set as the post cover *cough* crappy iPhone *cough* 4s camera, it is still damn cool to say that I've seen it.<br />
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Ever since going to Spain the summer between the end of my high school years and the start of my college adventure I have been dying to go back. My host family has been asking me to come for a visit for some time now and I have been dying to say, "Yes, I'll be there next week." Unfortunately, obligations of my new adult life (a.k.a. class and work) have proven difficult to work around.<br />
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It hasn't been just my host family asking me to come back that has me itching to return. Ever since setting foot back on American soil I missed the, I guess you could say charm, that came along with being in Europe. I know, how very American of me to say that, but it's true. <b>Spain has a certain charm about it</b> that being in America just doesn't satisfy.<br />
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While there, I spent most of my time hanging out with my teacher and the other teachers that were chaperones because I was new to the being in a new country and honestly, I was a little bit scared. By the end, I was out exploring with the best of them.<br />
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I was hit with<b> a little bit of culture shock</b> at first, but quickly adjusted. I think a lot of the culture shock came from being in a large city, which is something I am not used to. I loved that when we were in Madrid, and all the other paces too, <b>we would walk</b> to where we wanted to go versus getting in a car or taxi, or in our case piling back onto the bus. </div>
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The people were so friendly, except for that one creepy dude on the subway. Which of course I didn't realize he was creepy until later when everyone was like, "Did you see that one guy?" When we would ask for directions they would ask if we wanted to hear them in English or in Spanish. Señora would quickly cut in and say español. </div>
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<b>Even the salads we the best </b>that I had ever had! I am not a sea food or tuna fan and the topping of choice seemed to be tuna, but even that didn't taste too fishy. The dressing was to die for. Not too creamy, well, not creamy at all considering you mixed it yourself with olive oil, some variety of vinegar and salt and pepper for some added taste. </div>
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A couple weekends back I had an opportunity to go to Billings, MT and I couldn't refuse. Since I had an extra free day that weekend I made my way over to Red Lodge and then on to Yellowstone.<br />
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I spent the night in Red Lodge because I had enough hotels points saved up to get a free night. Getting there was a challenge because of the construction on the main road. I ended up going in circles before finally seeing the hotel. After a day of nine hours of driving I was thoroughly ready to plop on the bed and sleep for the next week.<br />
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That morning my travel buddy and I woke up bright and early so we would be able to see all that we wanted to see without getting back to Billings too late.<br />
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Somehow, even though there was only one road on the map, we ended up getting lost up in the mountains. Getting to the top of the mountains was quite the adventure to begin with since I am terrified of heights and had to drive next to cliffs. EEP! Once we got up there, the view was amazing and it was definitely worth the multiple eep moments.<br />
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We survived the climb up and once we made it to the very top, there was a cute, somewhat old ski lift still operating. Keep in mind that this was June 28, and people were still skiing and snowboarding down the mountainside. I wish I would have stopped to get a few photos, but life isn't about the photos you take, it's the experiences that you take with you forever.<br />
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Now keep in mind this is all before getting to the park. It took us about two hours from Red Lodge to get to the park sign and actually enter the park. I was afraid the trip down the mountains would be just as eep-able, thankfully it was gently slopping down and we pretty much stayed at the same elevation all the way through. </div>
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Somewhere while we were up in the mountains we thought to look at the gas gauge... oops. Here's a piece of advice for you, check your gas before heading off into the mountains. Thankfully we came across this little store called the Top of the World and they sold gas!! Oh boy was that expensive too! Almost $5 a gallon, but we needed it so I couldn't say no. The brief rain reprieve didn't last long and it started pouring again. So we didn't stay too long to explore.<br />
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Finally we made it to Cooke City and then it wasn't far to the park entrance. We both did a happy dance!<br />
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Once in the park we were a little disappointed that the clouds were blocking the sun, but we were determined to not let that deter us from seeing things and taking some stunning photos.<br />
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Our first stop was this cute little hill clearing with a view of three mini water falls. I thought that was as good as it was going to get, not that that wasn't absolutely stunning I was disappointed that was it about five miles in.<br />
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After too long of taking the same pictures over and over again I was able to convince my travel buddy to get back into the car so we could continue on the adventure. A few more miles down the road I caught a glimpse of some large brown creatures out in the field far away. Turns out it was a heard of bison. Little did we know we would be seeing hundreds of bison that day including a State Farm moment on the way back.<br />
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The bison didn't seem to care that we were about five feet from them. no worries we stayed in the car. The must get sick of all the photos taken of them and the people ooing and ahhing and gawking at them. They just sat there and continued to look like chill beasts.<br />
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After this part it started raining... scratch that, pouring again so we didn't get out of the car much to get more photos. It also didn't help that we were on a schedule trying to get to Old Faithful.<br />
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I was starting to get bored of driving, since I had drove nine hours the day before, and about three hours that day already, All the tress and everything were starting to blur together and I was getting bored. Then I saw it off in the distance. Steam billowing up through the trees. We had made it to the caldera!!<br />
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We stopped at a few bubbling and steaming places along the way, and even though it said do not touch the water or the mud, I was super tempted to touch it when I was reminded that it was boiling and it probably wasn't a brilliant idea to do that.<br />
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This was one of the stops right before Old Faithful. The photo doesn't do the blue justice at all, but it is still beautiful! We did the entire boardwalk at this place, got our noses and throats burned with the sulfur in the air and saw a couple mini geysers that blew while we were standing right next to them.<br />
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Off again on our mission to get to Old Faithful before it blew again we were out on the openish road headed south deeper into Wyoming.<br />
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When we finally got to the mini city surrounding the famous geyser we discovered that we had just missed it, but it would go off in another 90 minutes. Worth the wait to say we saw it. We got some food, bison sticks, boysenberry licorice, other junk food. We also were sucked into the gift shop getting tourist stuff that said Yellowstone on it.<br />
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When e headed out to the benches surrounding the boiling water hole we were treated to pouring rain and a mini lightning storm. Can you say, yay? Most of the people bailed, but I really wanted to see it and we had excellent seats in the front and the best part was they were dry seats!<br />
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The rain lifted and the water started to bubble up over the edge of the rock. It was time! Soon after that water erupted into the sky sending steam flying off to the right as the wind blew it that direction.<br />
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After the eruption we high tailed it out of there trying to beat to leaving traffic. We stopped at a few more places along the way but now our main mission was to get back to the mountains before it got dark because there was not a chance on the planet I thought I could do that.<br />
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We took a different way back so we could see more stuff. A lake followed the road for a ways. I can only imagine how stunning it would have looking if the sun were out and no clouds blocked our view. There were some birds and a female elk, but no bison and that was a welcome change from seeing them all over the place.<br />
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When w got back to "bison country" as I have come to call it we found this guy on the road facing down a car. I feel like a journey to Yellowstone is not complete until you see that bison on the road State Farm moment. People in this area were kinda stupid. As Mr. Bison made his way off the road and eight-year-old and his father followed him and were less than ten feet away when the kid decided to scream. Natural selection at work right there.<br />
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From there on out it was pretty much driving and not many animals to see. Oh wait, there were hundreds more (probably the exact same ones as earlier) bison to see.<br />
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Last weekend when I was at the lake attempting my SCUBA open water dives it was sunny, warm, lovely and I got super sun burnt. This weekend for round number two it was windy, cold, and cloudy. Unfortunately, I was not able to complete my dives this weekend.<br />
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This time I was able to get my camera (which is on its last leg of life) to work. Even thought it was cloudy and pouring I was still able to snap a few decent pics.<br />
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Since it was literally dumping buckets of water from the sky I didn't get much of an opportunity to explore like I wanted. But I still had a slight adventure when I pulled the barely alive camera out of my bag and snapped a few shots.<br />
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I can't give you much insight into the area or what there is to do around there or the Bemidji, MN area because I was with a fuddy duddy of a girl who didn't want to do a damn thing the weekend prior. And honestly, who wants to explore in the rain when you are already soaking wet and drenched.<br />
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I can say without a doubt though, I know why they call it Clearwater County, You can see at least 20 feet down into it on a good day!<br />
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Road trips are almost unavoidable in life, whether you are moving halfway across the country or taking a mini vacay you will have to drive there and most likely drive there with someone. Just be sure you know what you are getting into and who you are getting into it with.<br />
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For the rest of you who are not that fortunate, you could always rent a one way car if it is that horrible. Car rental companies usually always have cars that need to go in one direction or the other. Call around and you'll find one. Most, not just Enterprise, will pick you up. </div>
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As a young, barely 20 something kid still in college and kind of still under her parents thumb I have yet to make the brave leap into the world of doing what I really want.<br />
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This semester has been the hardest for me so far and not academically. I have never felt as lost as I have these past four months. In the end, I came out a stronger person and learn a few things along the way.<br />
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I started this semester lost in a sea of helplessness. I didn't know what I was going to do with my life. I had just failed basic algebra for the second time and the prospect of taking it again and then having to work my way up to calculus 2 was just unbearable. So what did I do? I set out in search of a new major and Mom convinced me I would be a good nurse. At the time it sounded reasonable, but three months into my new career path education I got the sinking feeling that I would be 25 standing in a hospital somewhere (hopefully Norway) and hate my job and probably my life. </div>
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I knew I needed to go back to geology and give an honest effort now that I knew without a doubt that I wanted to do it. The only problem was telling the family since Mom and Dad are paying for college. As you can probably imagine, they weren't too happy about it, but once I went through it all and told them I would still be graduating when we initially thought I would they weren't as opposed to the idea. </div>
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Now as this semester is wrapping up I am getting prepped for this summer semester where I will be taking algebra for the third time. What's the difference now you ask? Now, I want to take math, chemistry and physics, whereas before they were just nuisance classes that were required. I have also come to terms with I will do whatever is necessary to walk the stage with a geology degree in hand.</div>
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So, to sum that all up, <b>be true to who you are. </b>Sure guidance from Mom and Dad is nice and almost needed as you start out in life, but make sure you are doing what you want to do and <b>not</b> what they want you to do. You are the one who will have to live this life, not them. </div>
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I have come to look at school and studying as a job. And like any other job there is a start time and a stop time. Now I look at it as work starts when my first class does, then I do homework and everything in between classes and have a set stop time. The <b>only </b>exception to the "rule" is when there is an exam and even then you shouldn't be too ridiculous with the studying (that mean's no more all nighters (not that I ever could do them anyway)). </div>
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If you don't have money, you can't do anything or have fun. <b>Get a job</b>, but make sure the job understands that school comes first. I was fortunate enough to find a job that encourages studying in the down time (bonus!). Even if you can't find a job like that, you can't afford to not have one. </div>
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I have been living under my parents thumb for too long now. I am going to be 20 at the end of the month and it's time I change that. I recently told mom that I am going to save up for spring break to go to London next year by myself. What happened then? We got into an argument about how I can't do it because it is not safe. It's not like I'm going to go to the heart of Pakistan and traipse around saying, "America rules!" Sure there is some risk in travelling alone as a woman, but I've been following a few solo female travel blogs and nothing bad has happened to them yet. </div>
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Daytona Beach, Florida</h3>
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Las Vegas, Nevada</h3>
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South Padre, Texas</h3>
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I started traveling way before I can even remember. My parents were avid adventurers and took me to all kinds of places. We also never stayed put in one place too long either. I started life in Michigan, two years later we were in Nevada, then Alaska, Virginia, Washington (state), Minnesota, back to Michigan (same house too!), a different house in Michigan, North Dakota, and I'm not sure if I should count my move to college as a move. So you could say that traveling is apart of who I am. </div>
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I haven't been to too many other countries yet, Spain and Canada. And I have been to 31 out of 50 states. Pretty awesome right?! </div>
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My goal is to post something travelly every week, but I guess we'll see where this goes.<br />
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<i>If you could live in a different country one day, where would you choose to go?</i></h3>
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