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Travel Stories of 2017: Our Year in 9 Vignettes

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We have had epic travel months, weeks, and days this year–but as always, it’s the moments that truly stand out.

Last year, we shared several vignettes about our most memorable travel moments, varying from the electrifying to the embarrassing to the seemingly mundane.

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This year, we are excited the continue the tradition.

After writing this post, I immediately noticed a few differences from last year’s version: first, fewer negative moments stick out this year, possibly because we’ve internalized fewer of them and possibly because we’ve simply had fewer of them.

Second, our most memorable moments frequently crop up during some kind of adventure activity that has us physically engaged with the world–not surprising, considered our travel style.

And third, we really like Italy. A lot.

We (appropriately) spent time in 17 countries over 2017–here are 10 of our most memorable travel moments from those adventures.

Hiking in the High Tatras: View over Valley

Rome, Italy

“Oh my God, it’s right there!”

We look at each other excitedly, our casual conversation about what to eat for lunch immediately forgotten: we have just walked out of our metro stop, and the Colosseum, with all of its beauty and impressive history, is right there in front of us.

Perhaps this shouldn’t be a surprise–after all, we did just exit the metro stop named “Colosseum”–but the sheer closeness of it shocks us.

So much history, so much grandiosity, all settled quite comfortably into the middle of this very busy, very modern city.

We shrug off a few hawkers and immediately head to the line: we just can’t wait to go in.

We always wonder about how we will react to iconic landmarks: will the constant exposure in books and movies make the real thing a letdown? Will it live up to the hype? * When it comes to the Colosseum, we didn't need to worry: it absolutely, completely, solidly blew us away. * We took the metro to the Colosseum for the first time, and when we stepped out of the station we were lost in a discussion about food. We knew the Colosseum would be nearby, sure, but didn't realize it would be SO CLOSE. * Suddenly, 2000 years of history was staring us in the face. My breath literally caught in my throat. * Moments like this are yet another reminder of why we adore travel so very much. * * * * * #rome #ig_rome #romeitaly #italy #ig_italy #visitrome #visititaly #colosseum #italy_photolovers #italytravel #italia #roma #italyiloveyou #italy_vacations #passionpassport #neverstopexploring #ig_europe #living_europe #traveleurope #exploretocreate #stayandwander #alifewelltraveled #traveladdict #inspiredtravels #gltlove #girlslovetravel #dametraveler #girlsvsglobe #wearetravelgirls #offtoseetheworld

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Utila, Honduras

Suddenly, I am utterly alone in the pitch black ocean.

It is our first night dive, and our instructor has sent us out as a pair on a simple navigation exercise with a compass. We start out together, moving away from the other divers until they disappear into the night–and then suddenly, so do you.

I am unnerved, but I do not panic. I cover my flashlight with my hands as instructed, letting the darkness wash over me completely. It is the strangest sensation I’ve ever had, hanging neutrally buoyant in the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea with no light, no movement, no sound but that of my respirator.

In that moment, I don’t think of sharks or of fish or of getting lost–I have a compass, after all. I am secure in my safety, and in yours. We haven’t gone far from the other divers.

And yet.

I am alone–in a way, more alone than I ever have been in my life, cut off from even the most basic of sensations, like gravity and light.

It is unnerving. It is disturbing. It is relaxing. It is peaceful.

Even as I glance down at my compass and chart a brief course back to the group, I am aware that I will never forget that moment of feeling completely alone in the inky black nighttime sea.

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New York, New York

Suddenly, I’m laying on my back in the middle of Manhattan traffic, my arms and legs up in the air like some sort of confused, upside down turtle.

I am briefly stunned, and laugh in an almost confused way, even though I’m immediately aware of the problem: I tried to climb into a taxi while wearing my backpack, and since the backpack is taller than me, it hit the door frame and knocked me backwards into the street.

This knowledge doesn’t solve the immediate problem, though: traffic is headed my way, and I’m literally laying in front of it.

It only takes me a few seconds to hop back up and successfully scurry into the taxi, but I find myself unable to stop laughing at the absurdity of it all: that’s a new level of klutziness even for me, ending up flat on my back in the middle of 7th Avenue.

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Antigua, Guatemala

Boom.

“Is that…?”

Our ears perk up in wonder immediately, because even as we ask the question, we know the answer: our grueling hike up Volcano Acatenango is about to reward us in the best possible way. Nearby Volcano Fuego has decided to greet us at our campsite in the way only an active volcano can, and we are electrified with excitement.

All thought of our sore legs, backs, and shoulders immediately forgotten, we scurry forward through the last 20 minutes of our hike, feeling jolted with each sound of the nearby disturbance.

When we finally round that last corner, Fuego is there waiting for us: directly in front of our campsite for the evening, ash is pouring into the sky–just far enough away that we feel relatively safe, but close enough that we are compelled to do nothing but stare in awe of the power of the Earth literally erupting before us.

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Volcano Acatenango, Guatemala

Venice, Italy

Immediately upon making our way into St. Mark’s Square, we see how much can change in a day.

Yesterday, we strolled across the square with ease. Today, the square is covered in water: not terribly deep, but water nonetheless.

From our vantage point on the walking platforms put up in honor of this small acqua alta, we watch tourists in brightly colored booties take selfies in the flood, hawkers sell as many pairs of the booties as they can, and a few people who clearly have no respect for either November weather or germs wade into the water barefoot.

It’s a strange feeling: we are so glad we got a chance to see a small sliver of this reality, and so very sad that it is the reality at all.

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San Ignacio, Belize

A jutting piece of rock nudges against my neck as I ease myself down into a small hole within the ATM cave. I can feel the water rushing around me, and hear other members of our group above me, waiting their turn to lower themselves into oblivion.

Crack.

The pain hits immediately: the pinky finger on my right hand is angrily protesting where it snapped against the rock as I lost my balance lowering myself, and I can tell this injury won’t heal immediately.

The pain doesn’t bother me, though: I’m too pumped on adrenaline from our time climbing, swimming, and scurrying through rushing water, pitch black darkness, enormous caverns, and chambers holding the remains of human sacrifice victims to care much that I’ve probably broken my finger.

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Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

My brother and I are having one of those moments that makes me remember how much I miss him: we’re a little bit drunk (his fault, partially because he’s the one who was pouring the Rum & Cokes and partially because I’m the big sister and get to say things like that), laughing and chatting and walking along an empty Costa Rican beach as the sun sets before us.

A fair bit of light is still clinging to the sky, and in our inebriated and relaxed state, the difference in light within the 500 yards of jungle that stands between the beach and the house our family has rented for the week doesn’t occur to us.

It occurs to someone, though: our dad suddenly tears out of the woods–we’ve been gone longer than we thought.

“Don’t you guys realize how dark it is?!” he asks, incredulous.

We look around–”It’s not dark out here!” we say, laughing–but as we made our way into the woods to follow dad home, the darkness closes in on us and the howler monkeys raise a ruckus in the way that only they can, their howls echoing all around us with the power and mystique of creatures much bigger and more powerful than themselves.

We can kind of see why he was concerned.

San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua

My thighs are burning with the effort to cling to the powerful horse below me: this is the fastest I’ve ever galloped a horse, and I am invigorated by both the adrenaline from the ride and the beauty of where we are.

The wide beach stretches out before us, completely empty except for our group–the only sounds are of horses running and of the waves of the Pacific Ocean rolling toward us, and the glow of sunset makes the view ahead that much prettier.

With every deep breath of salty air, I smile a bit wider: this is even more fun than I dreamed it would be.

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Tuscany, Italy

The wind is tugging at my hair: look this way, look that way, it begs.

My arms are wrapped around your waist, and the Tuscan countryside is flying by from where we sit on a vintage Vespa: images of farmhouses and olive trees and grapevines and laundry hanging in people’s yards flicker before our eyes. The sun is shining, it’s 75 degrees outside, and there’s not a cloud in the sky.

In our future sits a lunch of fresh bruschetta, pasta, and Chianti Classico while overlooking the Tuscan countryside… plus almost another solid month to stay in Tuscany after that.

We smile and laugh and I hug you tighter: the sheer freedom of it all is intoxicating.

After all, it is hard to imagine a more perfect day or month or life than this.

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  • Suzanne December 28, 2017

    Wow! I have no words! 17 countries in one year! How did you all manage it? Did you all have a lot of jet lag because you hopped around the globe quite a bit? Please share your travel success tips!

    • Kate Storm December 29, 2017

      Ha, not TOO much jetlag! We try to group our travels by region, so we did all of Central America, then part of the States, then Europe, etc. A little tiring, but SO worth it. 🙂

  • Dan December 28, 2017

    Your year looked pretty good. I hope 2018 is just as memorable. I think I would have liked to join you on your trip to Rome, and also to San Ignacio. They both looked amazing, although I wouldn’t fancy breaking my finger!

    • Kate Storm December 29, 2017

      They were both amazing, but definitely very different!

  • Dan December 28, 2017

    I love what you wrote about Puerto Viejo in Costa Rica. I went there back in 2014. I found it very peaceful for the most part but like you I was intoxicated with cans of “Cuba Libre” for a duration. That trip was the beginning of my adventure through Latin and South America which is still in motion. Thanks for your insights 🙂

    • Kate Storm December 29, 2017

      A Cenrtal & South American adventure sounds amazing! South America has eluded us for years–we keep meaning to go, but fingers crossed we see it soon!

  • Abigail Sinsona December 29, 2017

    It looks like you had an amazing year for travel. I totally get what you are saying about the Colosseum. When you have read a lot and anticipated about a particular destination, it is hard to contain your excitement. It just leaves you in awe once you see it for yourself. I would compare that to my experience when seeing Angkor Wat!

    • Kate Storm December 29, 2017

      Angkor Wat is definitely a great comparison! We loved our time there, too.

  • James December 29, 2017

    My favorite from these experiences must be the one you had in Antigua, Guatemala. Climbing Volcan Acatenango is an amazing experience in itself but when Volcan Fuego is blowing up smoke across the valley – that’s incredible. Your selfie of the event must be your best photo of 2017!

    • Kate Storm December 29, 2017

      Haha, it’s definitely up there! That selfie is one of a few photos that ended up on our 2017 Christmas card. 😉

  • Lisa December 29, 2017

    I’d really love to visit Antigua next year, so this has really inspired me a lot! I’m in between Italy and London, so understand how you feel. Your photos are incredible and really capture the moment well!

    • Kate Storm December 29, 2017

      Hope you get to go! We loved it there–it was a great base to get your bearings in while in Guatemala.

  • Dada December 29, 2017

    Wow what a great travel year your 2017 has been! So many countries and places in a year! Of all the places you have selected for the list I think Honduras is the country I am dying to visit right now! Some sunshine and beautiful beach! Our 2017 was full of adventure and discoveries too but within in our home country Switzerland. But I am sure year 2018 will be very different! Happy new year and may your 2018 be full of new discovery!

    • Kate Storm December 29, 2017

      Funny–you’d love to come to Honduras, and we’d love to go to Switzerland! Lol. Your home country is a bit out of our price range at the moment, but we swoon over photos of it everytime we see them lol. Definitely hope you can make it to Honduras–it’s a beautiful place!

  • Samah December 29, 2017

    This is beautifully written and I can clearly form a picture of your experiences. Your time in the Honduras really stood out, diving in the pitch dark is really something I would go for just to experience the thrill of it. 17 countries sounds awesome, I hope 2018 brings many more incredible adventures.

    • Kate Storm December 30, 2017

      Thrill is definitely the right word for it! We ended up seeing two octopuses on that dive!

  • Tania Banerjee December 30, 2017

    Riding through the Tuscan countryside on a Vespa! I just can’t imagine life getting any better than that. But being so completely alone in the darkness of the ocean sounds quite scary.

    • Kate Storm December 30, 2017

      Riding Vespas that day was SO memorable! We would love to go back and do it again one day. 🙂

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