As hinted in my last post, our very first experience in Ireland was not very welcoming. Instead of the 2-3 months we’d planned to spend on the Emerald Isle, a cantankerous immigration officer only permitted us 5 weeks in the country. They not only needlessly limited our time, but they openly ridiculed us for our lifestyle. That set me off on the wrong foot before we even stepped outside the airport, but even that wasn’t the biggest problem we faced. …Read More

“No,” The immigration officer said after interrogating us about our intentions and personal finances. “You cannot afford to travel Ireland that long. You’ll run out of money,” He continued, matter of factly. “I’m doing this for your own good. I’ll give you six weeks, and you’re lucky I’m giving you that much.” He finished, and messing up his own math proceeded to write a date on our visa stamp that alloted us 5 weeks in Ireland. …Read More

Aubre and I flew out of the MSP Airport shortly after 10:00pm on Tuesday, August 28th on direct flight to Iceland with less slightly of a “plan” than I was… we’ll say accustom to. …Read More

After spending 8 months Stateside, I am finally heading back out into the world! This time however, I’m not going alone.

I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Aubre! …Read More