Ireland specifically Galway and Dublin.

Dublin houses half of the population of Ireland.

If that doesnt tell you something then i will.

If you are going for country side- dont.

Also its probably going to rain so take note.

Also a jacket.

I wanted a jacket.

There is an Urban Outfitter in Dublin.

Go in.

Look around.

But then leave because you are in Dublin.

Dont bring up leprechauns and dont imitate their accent either.

Your thinking why would i?

Just wait.

Also their pubs.

Their Irish music, and their not Irish music.

The people.

Also the drunk people.

The cobble stone streets.

The trouble with public restrooms.

Europe is nice and i will tell you why.

Something i have noticed while traveling this quaint continent are its bathrooms.

Not just the bathrooms but more specifically the door on the stalls.

In America the public restroom experience is less than enjoyable.

Not only is it un pleasant but it is also a invasion of privacy and your over all well being.

Before i begin,

or maybe this is the way to begin

let me ask you...

How hard is it to add an extra two inches to a door to close the gaps on both sides?

Lets talk about the gaping space on either side of the door that gives you night mares.

Lets be dramatic. 

Dont get me wrong. America has its perks. But cant a girl use a public restroom privately. 

Lets talk about Europe.

They dont skimp.

When it comes right down the the very blue prints of their buildings they keep it classy with stall doors that more than over lap.

No ones ever scared.

No one ever on accident catches glimpes of weird things.

I would specify but my grandma reads my blogs.


Ladies this doesnt need to be a long drawn out post.

it doesnt need to be wordy.

But we do need to be heard. 


Something to consider for the construction of the next walmart.

Madrid, the gateway country.

 I read somewhere that during an exploration it is best to be alone.

Stumbling upon this opinion, i nodded in agreement, to myself, of course.

a·lone  

/əˈlōn/

Adjective Having no one else present; on one's own. Without others' help or participation; single-handed.

Synonyms lone - single - lonely - lonesome - sole - solitary

Alone you are aware. 

You see things.

You don't look down as much,
because there is no one looking up for you.

You are never really alone,
because when you are alone-
it just means that you are together,
with everyone else who is also
alone.

This makes you approachable.

\ap·proach·a·ble  

/əˈprōCHəbəl/

Adjective Friendly and easy to talk to. (of a place) Able to be reached from a particular direction or by a particular means.

Synonyms accessible - available - come-at-able - pervious

Exploration Madrid.

You can go anywhere in the world if you start in Madrid.

Let it be known that on this particular exploration stress levels were high.

There was one big street and many little streets coming off that one big street.

I took a little one.

The way the light hit this pink building was striking.

so i stayed a while.

I wanted to capture it exactly, i wanted to show all of you.

i took my time.

And that's when it happened.

The man from India.

With his broken English and my small Spanish we were now two people being alone together.

He asked me about my picture,

I told him, and then he told me

that he didn't like it.

and that's when i knew we could be friends and probably already were.

From what my exploration guide book taught me i could tell he was thinking the same thing.

there was also the next part.

"Whats wrong with you" he said,

"Why are you so sad. Your so tight.

Whats the matter with you.

Your energy," he said

"its all wrong."

My eyes said it all but just in case they didnt I said,

how did you know.

and with that this man from India took my hand and led me through the streets of Madrid.

"Il fix you" he said.

"i lived in India" he said, "i was a massage therapist there" 

he took my hand and started down the streets of Madrid.

Iv seen Taken and half of Taken 2.

That shit is real.

I quickly made an excuse as to why i could not go on.

"its fine" he said.

"il fix you here"

and so we sat.

in a door way.

and he began to fix.

He gave me a massage right there.

or tried,

he took my head in his hands.

and came in real close...

thinking he was going to kiss me i pulled away fast.

Thats when he told me.

You are very pretty but i dont like girls.

Thats not how he said it but my grandma reads my blog.

He pointed to his eyes.

then to mine

He pointed to his heart.

And then motioned to the whole world.

"The eyes are the window to the soul."

he said.

He kissed my four head and was gone.

It was then that i realized we are carrying around some pretty big energy. Whether it is good energy or bad energy... we share it with other people.

And that is neat.

but also scary.

love,

Ash

Never the boring in Barcelona

My bike was black, and at first it did not have a bell- which was a problem because most bikes did.

Walking through the the narrow and sometimes cobble stoned streets of Barcelona the second or third thing you notice are the bells coming from the bikes- which are many. It is only natural for the next step of a tourister to rent a bike of his or her own.

and in doing so to expect it to have a bell.

The bell doesnt just sound nice, it means move. It also means, look. Look at how much fun i am having. It also tells people that they too should rent a bike.

you need to have the bell.

The nice man at the bike station took a bell of a another bike and put it on to mine.

The bike station played the Beatles. Every song. & it was a hole in the wall.

I peddled past artists.

Cathedrals.
Yellow Flowers.
Street performers.
Galleries.
The impossible store.
Tiny Shops.
Glowing yellow allys.
Street art.
The Mediterranean.
Foreigners.
locals.
The Weird, the strange and the awful
The beautiful.
The curious.

and the lost.

But never the boring.