Author Archives: Brittany

• Disneyland Paris

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on January 17, 2020

  Anyone who knows me, knows my love for Disneyland. Disneyland is to Brittany like peanut butter is to jelly. I don’t know what it is, but I have always had a love for this place. I grew up going to Disneyland, and as an adult I have been for Halloween, for Christmas, for my 21st birthday, and it’s where I ran my first half marathon.

  I knew there was a Disneyland Paris, but I never thought I would go.

  Paris was never on my radar, but the one place that put it there was Disneyland. I briefly entertained the idea of going to Disneyland Paris with my roommate MaryBeth a few months ago, and when she expressed interest I knew we had to make this work. Never did I imagine I would find myself walking through the gates of the happiest place on earth…Europe edition.

  

  

  Disneyland Paris is smaller than the parks in the states, but I loved every part of it. We arrived at open and left at close, which wasn’t hard to do as the park was only open for 8 hours. I couldn’t have asked for a better adventure. Going in January meant less crowds allowing us to go on every ride we wanted, and we really only waited in a long line once.

  

  

  Disneyland Paris is very similar to Disneyland, Main Street felt just like it does in California (albeit smaller), but one major difference was the food. There were no snack stalls around (maybe because it was winter?) and the restaurant options were more French themed. Naturally. I thought the food was fine, but we met a few other Americans that thought the food was gross.

  I stuck to basics like salad, cake, popcorn, and a cupcake. Everything for me was good aside from the cupcake…but it was worth it because…Minnie. 

  

  

  If you avoid reading the signs, everything felt as it does in California. The audio for the rides are all in French, but they also had English audio most of the time. The signs are all in French, but it’s not hard to figure out what the rides are if you’re a seasoned Disney goer.

  

   

  

  

  “que le monde est petit!”

  Disneyland in the states usually has multiple languages spoken, so really it didn’t feel like I was in France. There were a few differences in rides, like Space Mountain in France is “Hyperspace Mountain” and it was Star Wars themed, Indiana Jones was a weird roller coaster in France (I prefer the California ride), and the Haunted Mansion was legit scary.

  Fantasyland still makes me feel like I’m eight years old regardless of where I am, and I now notice how much it resembles Bavaria and I will never look at it the same. 

  

  I never felt rushed here – I love how big Disneyland in California is, and the ride selection is better, but the mass amounts of humans and the long lines really taint the experience sometimes. This experience in Paris was much more casual and I would go back in a heartbeat.

  The firework show at the end of the day was fantastic, and it was fun to see the Disney Illumination show on Sleeping Beauties castle. The show was in both English and French and showcased movies like: Frozen, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and of course…Star Wars!

  I haven’t been back to Disney since moving to Germany and visiting Neuschwanstein, the castle that was part of Disney’s inspiration. 

  

  

  Château de Sleeping Beauty, ou Neuschwanstein?

  This day quickly became one of my favorite days since moving to Europe. I will never forget this experience, and I couldn’t imagine going with a better partner in crime! Our tickets were significantly cheaper than they would have been in the states, and we included a shuttle pick up to and from the park to avoid dealing with parking/trains.

  

  

  Me when I’m stressed.

  A stress free visit to the happiest place on earth. Until next time Disney, Au revoir.

  Q: Disney fan?

  

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• 2019 Christkindlmärkte

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on January 11, 2020

  My final month of 2019 was dedicated to working far too much, and I didn’t go on any trips in December. I did however visit four Bavarian Christmas markets. The magic of German Christmas markets was something I didn’t quite understand until I spent time at these markets. Christmas markets, or Christkindlmärkte (Christkindlmarkt if singular) are festive markets selling handmade crafts, local cuisines, mulled wine, and more. The atmosphere of a Christkindlmarkt brings such joy to my soul.

  As I mentioned above, I made it to four markets this year. Below I will list the markets I attended and my experience with each of them.

  

  Garmisch-Partenkirchen

  It only makes sense that my first ever Christkindlmarkt was in my “hometown” of Garmisch. A tiny, yet mighty market with the essentials like Glühwein and chestnuts, two items I grew to enjoy.

  

  I didn’t spend much time at this market, but I did spend enough time to walk through the booths and savor the surrounding mountains. What I loved about this market is what I love about Garmisch in general – the mammoth Alps surrounding the town. It was here I had my first taste of roasted chestnuts, and my life is forever changed.

  

  

  Nürnberg

  Nürnberg, or Nuremburg for us English speakers, is said to have the largest Christkindlmarkt in Germany, and is arguably the most famous. I had not been to Nürnberg before going to the market, so this was an extra special adventure. My roommate MaryBeth and I had the same day off and spent a night in Nürnberg before exploring the market the following day.

  

  

  This market certainly felt larger than the market in Garmisch, but most of the stalls were similar. The town itself is well known for the Nuremberg trials – a series of military tribunals held after WWII by the allied forces over major Nazi criminals. Ironically, Nuremberg is also where the Nazy Party Rally Grounds were.

  The Nazi Party Rallies, held in Nuremberg from 1933 to 1938, served primarily as a setting to show off the regime and Adolf Hitler, to orchestrate the concept of a “Volksgemeinschaft,” and to arouse popular enthusiasm for war. Perhaps this is why the trials were also held in Nuremberg…

  History aside, this was a lovely city full of beautiful architecture and delicious market food!

  

  

  

  

  We arrived in the city center early, allowing us to wander the market before it got crowded. We also arrived in time for a free walking tour, something I have come to love when visiting a new city! The tour lasted almost two hours, bringing us all around the city. We walked up by the castle, down cobble stone streets, around all of the four Christmas markets, and ended with my first full cup of Glühwein.

  

  

  

  Castle views.

  

  

  

  As I mentioned in a previous post, I’m not a wine drinker. I don’t like the taste of wine, even when sugar is added. This Glühwein however, was amazing. Once I saw the word “apfel” I was sold. Like an adult apple cider warmed and served in a holiday mug. The perfect beverage to wander the repetitive stalls over and over.

  

  

  Nürnberg is known for their sausages, and I’d be remiss if I came to Nürnberg without trying Nürnberg Rostbratwurst. These finger like sausages are some of the most popular in all of Germany, and originated right here in Nürnberg. Seasoned with marjoram, salt, pepper, ginger, cardamom and lemon powder, these tubes of pork are a real holiday treat.

  Simply served with a roll, and topped with sauerkraut and mustard. Am I a local yet?

  

  After eating and drinking our way through the city, we finally found our way back to the train for our journey home.

  

  

  München

  Munich has become like Seattle for me, a big city that I live close enough to for a day trip, but far enough that I don’t feel overwhelmed by my living space. I’ve been to Munich more times than I can count now, but regardless of that fact I still wanted to see their Christmas markets. I say markets, because I managed to see three of them in one day.

  Similar to Nuremberg, Munich had multiple markets around the city. I started in the Marienplatz, where the largest market was. I watched the glockenspiel in the Rathaus perform for probably the fourth time since living in Germany, but each time is just as enjoyable.

  I mostly get a kick out of the tourists reactions.

  

  

  I bought some chestnuts (duh) und ein apfel mit Dunkle Schokolade to munch on as I wandered the Marienplatz. I admired the endless handmade crafts, and found my way to St. Peter’s Church for a panoramic view of the city from above.

  

  

  

  From the Marienplatz I made my way towards the medieval market in Munich. This section was much smaller, similar to the size of Garmisch, but it was so cool! The entire section was medieval themed, complete with the clothing, goblets for Glühwein, and food being cooked in outdoor stoves. I only spent maybe 15 minutes here, just to see it, but had I not been alone at this market I’d have likely drank a Glühwein.

  

  

  Lastly, I went to one final market between the medieval one and the one in the Marienplatz and this section was my favorite. It was medium sized, had loud Christmas music playing and lots of good food. I ate some pommes and sat listening to music for a while. I bought a beautiful handmade wooden sign for my dear friend Pam here, (HI PAM!) and five minutes later I found 20 euros.

  

  

  I watched the city fall dark as the evening set in, and made my way back to the train to head home. A perfect solo day trip to the markets in Munich.

  

  

  

  

  

  Mittenwald

  The final market I visited in 2019 was similar to Garmisch, which makes sense as it was just a few towns over. Mittenwald is a small town close to home, and I had been once before when I visited last March for their Fasching festivities. A few girls I work with and I went to Mittenwald for one final market of the season.

  

  My roommate MaryBeth and I also work together, and she was in the group of us that went. Somehow she and I branched off and lost the group despite how small this market was. After buying a glass of Weiss Glühwein (new to me) we found ourselves at a stand selling goulash…in a bread bowl.

  

  You can really tell I’ve been going all in with food the last few months. I feel the effects most of the time, but mentally it’s freeing. Sometimes. 🙂 This goulash bowl was delicious and warmed my bones on this chilly December evening. After goulash, we split a bratwurst and soaked in the last bit of the Christmas energy.

  

  Christmas in Europe was a fun experience, but overall nothing beats Christmas with family. I look forward to being home next Christmas. Despite these markets and the decorations, it never quite felt like Christmas for me this year. I’m happy the holidays are over because it was a brutal month at work. Looking forward to more travels in 2020.

  Q: Have you been to a Christkindlmarkt?

  

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• Berlin, Germany

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on December 27, 2019

  Call me crazy, but I wasn’t overly eager to visit Berlin. I knew I wanted to see some of the historical aspects related to the war, but as my regular readers will know I am not a big fan of large cities. When trying to figure out a place to visit in November (I travel somewhere at least once a month) I felt like doing something “easy” and decided to do a German road trip.

  I chose Berlin as the end destination because it was a city I felt I “should” see, and because it’s in northern Germany. I’ve only explored south Germany, and I wanted to see more of the north. Berlin ended up being a lovely city, with endless character and years of history.

  

  

  On a wall at the train station.

  We arrived at our Air B & B the evening after exploring Bamberg, and I was so happy with the neighborhood we chose. It was clearly a wealthy neighborhood, and our host was so kind. We stayed there for three nights. The apartment was a 20 min walk to the train station, which we used the two days we spent in the city. There was no way I was driving into the city, I learned my lesson in Rome. 

  We decided to buy a 48 hr pass for a hop on hop off bus to maximize our time and hit all the main sights. Berlin is HUGE, and this was a simple way to get around. The first place we hopped off was at the Topography of Terror museum. This museum was the original location of the Nazi SS headquarters, and some of the bricks of the original building are still in tact. I could literally feel the history here, and it was wild.

  

  The inside of this museum depicts the history of the war from beginning to end, and the outside has the longest surviving section of the Berlin Wall in the center of Berlin.

  

  

  From the museum, we walked down the street a bit to find Checkpoint Charlie. From 1961 to the German re-unification in 1990, Checkpoint Charlie was the most famous border crossing during the Cold War period. It was located at the very center of the geopolitical conflict between East and West.

  It was a slightly ironic sight to see the U.S. checkpoint now leading to a street with KFC and McDonalds.

  

  

  From here we hopped back on the bus and headed towards the Brandenburg Gate. The Brandenburg Gate has become the defining symbol of the fall of the Berlin Wall. The gate came to be a gateway into a unified Germany and Europe.

  

  Next to the gate was the parliament building, which is self explanatory. We spent all of five minutes here to see it, snap a pic, snap a pic of a random stranger, and then we moved onto the next.

  

  From here we walked to the Holocaust Mahnmal, or “The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe.” I saw photos of this memorial years ago, and had wanted to visit ever since. The monument covers 19,000 square meters, and consists of 2711 concrete blocks, all dedicated to Jews who were murdered during the Holocaust.

  

  

  When I first heard about this monument, it was after reading an article about tourists who were taking inappropriate photos surrounding the blocks. The article had original photos of selfies, yoga poses, jugglers (seriously??!), etc… which were then photoshopped with backdrops of what happened during the holocaust. The photoshopped project was titled “Yolocaust.”

  Sounds aggressive, but I love what he did.

  These blocks are not a playground for tourists, they are a symbol of something horrific. If you want to read more about the man who created the “Yolocaust” read this BBC article. Point being – selfies and yoga poses and fun photos with your friends at a place like this, or like this, or like this are never appropriate. Period.

  

  After the memorial visit we briefly wandered Tiergarten, a large park in the center of Berlin where I took the above photo. Statues of three composures wrapped around the center structure – I remember Mozart, but forgot the other two. We ended our first day with a visit to KaDeWe, one of the worlds largest department stores.

  I wanted to see the inside, despite the fact that I am not a big shopper. We went to the very top of the building and sat in the food area by a window watching the city fall asleep below.

  

  Day two in Berlin was dedicated to East Berlin, specifically to see the East Side Gallery. Immediately after the wall came down, 118 artists from 21 countries began painting the East Side Gallery, and it officially opened as an open air gallery on 28 September 1990. Just over a year later, it was given protected memorial status.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The above photos were a few of my favorites, as well as two of the most famous paintings. First the ‘fraternal kiss’ by Dmitri Vrubel depicting a kiss between communist leaders Leonid Brezhev (soviet) and Erich Honecker (East German president.) This painting is titled My God, Help Me to Survive This Deadly Love, and is based off of a real photo.

  The other famous painting is by Birgit Kinder, showing a Trabant car breaking through the Berlin Wall. This is symbolic of the former East Germany and the collapse of the Eastern Bloc. The painting is a nod both to this popular car and to the many East Germans who tried to escape over the Berlin Wall.

  

  

  It took about two hours to slowly wander the East Side Gallery, and after we finished we went to see a few more places in the central part of Berlin. First up was the Berliner Dom, likely one of the most beautiful churches I’ve ever seen. I didn’t go inside, which I regret, but the exterior is amazing. Even with the current renovation.

  

  

  The church is in an area of Berlin called “museum island” which is a fitting name. There are a myriad of museums here likely to tickle the fancy of just about anyone. I don’t usually enjoy museums, so I just wandered the exterior. However, one spot in this area that I did want to see was Bebelplatz.

  On 10 May 1933, members of the Nazi German Student Union and their professors burnt books as part of a nationwide action “against the un-German spirit”. This book burning took place at Bebelplatz, and the below plaque is now placed as a memorial of the books that were burned.

  

  

  The final thing we wanted to do in Berlin was find somewhere to get a view of the city. We chose the most touristy option and we decided to take a ride up the TV Tower. We had purchased a city pass, giving us a discount for the ride and it ended up only being around $13 to go up the tower.

  We spent about 30 minutes at the top to watch the sunset over the city, and it gave me bigggg Space Needle Vibes. 

  

  

  Berlin surprised me in many ways, and my only regret was arriving one week too early. Around the city we saw many locations setting up for their Christmas markets, but sadly we left before they opened. We did get to go to one tiny market, where I enjoyed a bowl of goulash and gasped at the elevated price of a schneeball.

  One final part of Berlin I adored…Berlin bears. 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Q: What would have been your top place to visit of all the places I listed?

  

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• Bamberg, Germany

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on December 24, 2019

  After spending a day in Rothenburg, Laura (my roommate) and I moved on to our next German town during our six day German road trip. We would be visiting three cities on this trip, I chose Rothenburg, she chose Bamberg, and we collectively agreed on Berlin (where we spent the majority of our time.)

  

  

  We arrived in Bamberg on a Sunday, which meant most of the shops were closed. The highlight of our day in Bamberg was attending morning mass at the Bamberg Cathedral. My roommate Laura is catholic, so she requested a stop here. I wasn’t planning on staying for the mass, but I did and it was a unique experience.

  After mass we wandered around the city for a while. Sunday was a less than ideal day to visit because when the shops are closed the cities are quiet. Bamberg has a hop on hop off bus, but the language is only in German. I rode along on the loop thinking I would be able to see some other areas, but it wasn’t very enjoyable because I couldn’t understand anything being said.

  Plus, the bus never actually stopped for people to hop off…?

  

  

  The highlight of my visit was sitting on one of the bridges and staring into the sky. I’ve been feeling a bit more anxiety than usual lately, and this day I was having a hard time. Could be caffeine, could be my diet, could be my job, could be anything at this point.

  Bamberg is cute, but I don’t feel the need to ever go back. Perhaps it was the mood I was in when we went, or the ghost town vibes, but this wasn’t a German city that spoke to my soul. Regardless I am glad we went.

  

  

  

  I am thankful for the opportunity I have right now, to live for free and travel Europe, but this isn’t really how I envisioned myself experiencing this country. My job is stressful, the environment where I live is not ideal, and half the time I’m so exhausted from my weeks I barely have energy or a desire to plan another trip.

  

  The old city hall in Bamberg made for a beautiful photograph to commemorate the visit.

  

  Sometimes I worry that my lifestyle, while exciting, appears to be better than it is. I struggle often with my mental health, regardless of where in the world I am. I love traveling and I love the opportunities I have made possible for myself, but this life of adventure isn’t always fun.

  I realize how privileged I am, but I want to emphasize that when someone is struggling with mental health, no amount of adventure can take that away.

  Sometimes I really wish I were at my moms house, curled up in bed where I could hide for days until I felt better. Sometimes I feel so down I don’t even want to think about planning another trip. Sometimes I am so exhausted I daydream about leaving and finally putting my health before my adventures. Sometimes I just don’t want to adult.

  

  Somedays I am up, somedays I am down just like anyone else, and traveling is exhilarating, but it’s also exhausting. Alas, the up days still outweigh the down days which keep me here. That and I signed a contract that I don’t intend to break. 😉 Overall I think I’m just having a funky couple months, but this too shall pass!

  My point is, this day in Bamberg was a good example that my lifestyle isn’t always glamorous and exciting. I love the opportunity to travel and live in Europe, but as with all things on social media not everything is “perfect” and I still have my moments. 🙂 I don’t write this post seeking sympathy, I write this post to let others know they’re not alone. To tell the world and myself it’s ok to feel down.

  Emotions come in waves and I fully intend to keep improving my emotional surfing skills. We only fail when we quit getting back up when we’re knocked down.

  

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• Rothenburg ob der Tauber

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on December 20, 2019

  Before I moved to Germany I didn’t have much of a mental picture about the country. I knew the Germans liked to eat pretzels, bratwurst, and sauerkraut, but I didn’t know much about the landscape or the architectural design of the buildings. Where I live in Bavaria, it’s common to find houses with paintings on the side depicting a story of craftsmen from long ago.

  When I knew I was going to be spending some time living in Germany, I did a quick Google search for basic images, and the image that stuck with me the most was of beautifully striated houses in a town called Rothenburg ob der Tauber, or Rothenburg for short. I had no idea where Rothenburg was, nor did I ever think I would visit, but I finally made my way to this adorable medieval city and I loved every moment of my visit.

  

  

  Rothenburg is most known for its walled in city, striated houses, and picturesque photo opportunities. The entryway into the city is one of the most photographed spots in the entire city, and for good reason. I made it to the city before anyone came to life, and was able to snap a photo of this spot without any humans in my way.

  

  The clouds quickly lifted and the sun came out providing a beautiful color to the adorable houses. My roommate Laura and I embarked on a German road trip last month, and Rothenburg was our first stop. She had been, but I hadn’t so we split up for a couple hours to explore at our own pace. Before we separated, we visited the Käthe Wohlfahrt mothership. The headquarters for this mega shop is in Rothenburg, and this was my first time stepping inside.

  This was basically the Disneyland of Christmas. 

  

  

  I bought an ornament for my mom, but she won’t know until it arrives because she only skims my blog for the photos. 😉 (Update, the ornament arrived. She loved it.) After we got our Christmas fix, we wandered the only park within the city while my roommate sipped on Glühwein. I don’t like wine, but I tried a sip. I confirm that I still don’t like wine, even when it’s hot and mixed with sugar.

  

  After the park we officially parted ways, and I got lost between the alleys and houses. I say I got lost, but really that’s nearly impossible. The city is quite small, but large enough to spend a good few hours wandering without getting bored. I found my way to the border of the wall that hugs around the city, and climbed the stairs to walk around the perimeter.

  Along the way I found door, after door, after door that caught my attention. 

  

  

  

  

  

  I found my way inside of a coffee shop for an afternoon pick me up, where lucky for me everyone spoke English. I would have managed fine if they hadn’t though, I know how to order a black coffee in German. I know the basics of ordering food and drinks, but everywhere I have traveled thus far someone speaks English. It’s both helpful and hindering as it doesn’t motivate me to learn more German.

  

  

  After my coffee fix I climbed the top of the city hall tower which wasn’t very tall, but it still provided a decent panoramic view of the city. Anytime I find a tower to climb for a decent price, I climb it. There has only been one tower thus far that I said a big no to, and that was in Pisa. There was no one else at the top of the tower when I went up, so I had the entire view to myself.

  

  

  We visited Rothenburg a week too early, because we missed their Christkindlmarkt, or Christmas Market. 

  After I climbed the tower my roommate and I met back up for lunch. We grubbed, and were gifted free water and cake because my roommate is a fan of a German soccer team that our waiter was also a fan of. I have never felt more VIP since moving to Europe. Free water?! Who are we. Despite the fact that I was just gifted free cake I couldn’t come to Rothenburg and NOT try a Schneeball….

  

  Another native Rothenburg creation, this ball of crunchy dough comes in a variety of flavors. I chose chocolate because I am a creature of habit. By this time we had been in Rothenburg for about five hours, and it was almost time to move onto our next destination. Rothenburg is a perfect day trip, and five hours was a perfect amount of time to spend there.

  I don’t often buy souvenirs when I travel, mostly because I don’t like collecting things that clutter. However, if something “speaks to me” I will buy it (but not after a long debate in my brain about whether it’s practical.) When I first walked into the city I saw something in one of the windows that spoke to me, but I didn’t think it was practical.

  I spent the entire afternoon trying to decide if I should buy it, and finally decided to buy it.

  

  

  I don’t know what the significance of the mushroom is in Rothenburg, but a few shops had mushroom items indicating some kind of theme. I can’t tell you what it was about this stuffed shroom, but when I first walked by the window with him and his friends, he immediately spoke to me. I regret nothing, and this was worth the 12 euros because every time I look at him I smile.

  This is my shroom, his name is Schmerb. 

  

  All around me are familiar faces.

  Schmerb was officially along for the ride for the rest of our German road trip, and immediately became our mascot. Anytime I looked at him I laughed, and I continue to laugh anytime I look at him. He was most definitely a mental health boost. Love ya Schmerb. I’d love to return to Rothenburg someday, maybe for their Christmas market.

  A perfect start to our German road trip!

  

  Q: Am I alone in laughter when looking at Schmerb? 

  

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• Just Keep Going

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on December 16, 2019

  When my mom came to visit me in September, we took a trip to Rome. On this trip, I decided to mindfully eat whatever I wanted because I couldn’t imagine visiting Rome without indulging in pasta and gnocchi at least once. Or twice. Or every night. Since coming back to Germany, I have continued this liberal way of eating, and while I have not always felt my best – something good has come of it.

  

  Eggs and bacon would be normal eats, the muffin and the entire basket of bread were splurges. This was at the Munich airport after dropping off my mom and my sister.

  

  Alas, I always find my way back to my staple foods even with loose eating. This was also at an airport, in England after a week of scones and clotted cream.

  My motive behind eating more food of all kinds was partly because I get so sick of eating extremely restricted, partly because I still don’t know the best way to eat to feel well, but mostly because I struggle with hypothalamic amenorrhea. I lost my period for the first time in Jan 2014, and it was 100% MIA for just about three full years. Within the last six years I’ve had eleven periods: two in 2016, three in 2017, five in 2018, and one in 2019…just a couple weeks ago.

  

  The ice of my ovaries has melted once again!

  Each time a period comes I get VERY excited, but I also know that one time isn’t consistent and I’m still aware of the fact that my body needs very specific conditions in order to trust me. Conditions like low stress, low physical activity, and eating enough calories. While I think my free for all eating has a lot to do with my recent period, I also think now that its winter and my activity level has dropped my body is feeling a little more safe.

  

  My final long bike ride before winter hit. Ehrwald, Austria.

  My activities lately have been slow bike rides, casual walks through the fields behind where I live, and laying on my bed for hours after work. We had a big snow recently and while I used to dislike when it snowed, I don’t mind it as much here. I went for a walk to a nearby lake and the quiet stillness of this freshly fallen snow was intoxicating for my mind. A simple reminder to slow down.

   

  

  When winter first showed her face…

  

  The night before the big snow…

  

  The first big snow.

  

  

  

  I admit it’s been hard to see my body changing. I’ve gained weight (though I couldn’t tell you how much, I don’t use a scale) and my clothes feel snug at times, but I have continued to remind myself why I am eating more freely. I still need to fine tune my eating (which has felt like a marathon endeavor the last five or so years), because despite the recent period – I don’t feel well when I eat too many grains or foods I’m sensitive to.

  Food can give me a hangover similar to alcohol, that lasts for days. 

  

  My job is stressful as hell, so I knew it had to be something else. I knew it had to be eating more and moving less. Plain and simple. Funny how we’re taught to do the opposite, but when things go awry in the body we have to go against what we know and do something much more difficult. For me it’s harder to be inactive than it is to be active.

  I used to decompress by going for long runs, or intense hikes. Now I go for walks, do yoga, or listen to music. 

  

  I still daydream about the days I’d go for a long run, or find an intense mountain to climb. If I were to do that now my body would scream at me in more ways than one. I never realized how much I appreciated intense exercise until I was no longer able to do it. I still go on intense hikes, but I move MUCH slower, and go less often.

  I have to be extra mindful of my decisions to ensure I do whatever I can to work WITH my body and my hormones rather than against them. Getting a period after a year in Germany was like a small piece of validation that I am doing something right and to keep going. To keep pushing though the discomfort and to keep finding the right food for my body even when the process feels never-ending.

  

  Best goulash in Switzerland.

  I don’t want to get too complacent, and I don’t want to eat too many foods that really disturb my body because that will do more harm than good (inflammation is no joke for an autoimmune disease), but I do want to keep challenging myself to let go of the idea that my body needs to stay one size at all times. Bodies change, just as much as our minds change.

  The recent freedom of this acceptance has been helpful, and while I am still a work in progress I am much further today mentally than I ever have been. Progress is all I can ask for, and progress is what I’m making. What a miserable life it would be to stay locked in a box of narrow-minded thinking and miss out on the possibilities of life because I fear my body changing.

  

  2013 vs 2019. New phone, new hair, new body. Who dis? I’m currently probably 5-10lbs heavier than the photo on the left which was taken a few months ago. 

  I never asked to have a disordered way of eating, it just sort of happened when I noticed changes in my body – most related to my autoimmune disease. While I am overjoyed at the return of my period last month, it didn’t come without a cost. I have had more brain fog than normal, more itchy crawling skin with rashes, more eczema flares, more dry blotchy skin, more swollen eyes, and much more inflammation.

  It’s hard not to fear food when it is the leading cause for symptoms like the above. I am forever my own science experiment. 

  Food is medicine, and I will forever believe this, but no way of eating will ever compete with a balanced, low stress mind and body. So yes, I need to be mindful of food I am allergic to, and yes I need to be aware of my stress, but no I don’t need to be obsessive and allow these things to control my life. Some days are easier than others, and some days I just want to quit life and live in my bed forever, but I only fail if I quit trying.

  This post is a reminder to myself, and to anyone else out there struggling with food, and life, and balance, and autoimmune diseases – just keep going. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be fun, but it will be worth it. 

  

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• Peak District National Park

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on December 12, 2019

  When driving through the Lake District, I was surprised to find the area had a good balance between isolation and population. I wouldn’t say it didn’t feel like a national park, but it had areas that felt like any other town. It was a similar first impression to when I visited the Black Forest in Germany.

  When I think of a national park I think long stretches of road with little to no civilization. I think of rocky terrain with pot holes that make my heart dip into my stomach wondering if I scratched the side of my vehicle. I think of endless rolling hills that will swallow me whole if I don’t respect the vastness of their proximity.

  I think of places like the Peak District. 

  

  

  There is no one size fits all national park, the exact definition is an area of countryside, or occasionally sea or fresh water, protected by the state for the enjoyment of the general public or the preservation of wildlife. Definitions aside, I still have a specific vision in my head when I think of a national park.

  Perhaps my summer spent in Yellowstone, or growing up near Olympic National Park skewed this vision for me, but either way I tend to enjoy national parks that are a bit more isolated. The Peak District is a little over two house south of the Lake District, and the differences between the two were obvious right away.

  I absolutely loved the Lake District, but I equally loved the Peak District for different reasons. 

  

  

  The Peak District felt more spread out when it came to civilization, there were cafe’s scattered throughout the roads we drove, but they didn’t sit in tiny towns. They were their own isolated building on top of a hill overlooking the wonder of the hills below. This park is so sporadic we had a hard time keeping a cell signal, which made it sightly difficult to find our Air B & B.

  After some time, we finally found our tiny house. 

  

  

  We had quite a few laughs in regard to this place, it was a bit too small for three people, but we made it work. All three of us are flexible and chill people, so I slept on the tiny couch while the other girls slept on the tiny bed. We had no wifi, no reception, and no visibility for our first evening in the park.

  Before arriving in the Peak District we spent the morning walking the Lake District a bit more, and we arrived in the Peak District in the afternoon. I always like finding a new place in the daylight just to minimize stress. It would have been a nightmare trying to find this place in the dark.

  After finding our house, we decided to drive back to a cafe we saw when driving in to the park for a late lunch/early dinner. 

  

  

  I had been in England for five days at this point, and had yet to eat fish and chips. It was an easy choice when looking over the Peak View menu. We enjoyed our meal and headed into the nearby town for breakfast supplies before heading back to the tiny house to unwind for the evening.

  The following morning I made us all coffee, eggs, and scones. When I say made us I mean I tried to do a makeshift pourover that turned out too weak, made scrambled eggs in a tiny microwave, and opened a package of scones from the grocery. It was a memorable and comical morning in the tiny house. We listened to 80’s music videos on the TV while we ate, and then we packed up our stuff and headed off for a morning in the park.

  

  We drove until we saw an area that looked worthy of exploration, and then we parked and walked. We walked for a few hours – some on country roads and some in open fields with free roaming animals. We walked through fog, and mud, and thick open fields.

  

  

  I fell deeper and deeper in love with the UK each step I took. The cold crisp air, the green hills, the roaming cows, the scones, the black pudding, the people, the accents, the language (I understand English!), everything about these countries continues to sweep me off my feet. The stone houses, the random castles, the history, the energy of a slow paced way of life.

  I’ve never felt more myself somewhere than I do in the UK the last six years. 

  

  

  After our morning of exploration we drove to the Manchester airport where we flew back to Germany later that evening. I couldn’t have asked for a better trip to England, or a better group of girls. There are few people who I work with who I enjoy spending time with, but the few who I enjoy are good people.

  I don’t always enjoy solo travel, and sometimes it’s more fun experiencing the world with others. I’m thankful for the two girls who accompanied me to England, it was a trip I will never forget. Now if someone can find me a good scone in Germany, that’d be grand. 

  Q: What do you visualize when you think of a national park?

  

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• Lake District National Park

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on December 9, 2019

  For someone who loves national parks, I’ve shamefully not visited many in Europe. I drove through one in Slovenia when a bus driver tried to avoid traffic, but I don’t think that really counts. I spent a day in Berchtesgaden shorty after Slovenia, but aside from those two instances I’ve not seen any European national parks since I visited Scotland last October.

  When my friends and I decided to visit England we all agreed we HAD to see one, if not two national parks. 

  

  After a night in Highclere, we headed towards our next stop. The first area we visited was Lake District National Park, and we stayed here for two nights. Our Air B & B was adorable, and our host was a kind man that sounded Scottish. We stayed just outside of the park, because it was cheaper, and because the listing showed a sheep pasture in the backyard.

  I don’t know what it is about sheep, but I adore them.

  

  You can see one sheep up top in the field.

  Our first day in the park I tried to find a hike for us to do, and we didn’t have a specific plan, but I knew I wanted to see one of the many fells. To maximize time we chose a location that was about an hour from our Air B & B, and while it wasn’t a large mountain, it was considered a “must see for first time visitors to the Lake District.”

  

  

  We found the Loughrigg Fell Loop starting from the town of Grasmere, and spent a little over two hours walking the woods, and climbing hills to get an amazing view of Grasmere Lake down below. We sat at our self proclaimed summit for about 30 minutes before heading down to explore the town a bit.

  

  

  

  

  After we made our way down, we walked the town a bit and I found my way to Lucia’s Coffee + Bakehouse. AKA where I had the best scone of the entire trip. I would go back to Grasmere just for this scone. And for the cinnamon roll I bought for the following morning to go with my cup of coffee. I never knew I was a scone person until I went to England.

  This scone was the perfect mix of dense and soft, sweet and savory, warm and cold, it was just…perfect. 

  

  

  Grasmere is famous for their gingerbread and I bought one piece, but sadly I was not a fan. The shop is adorable, and the smells of sugar and ginger are intoxicating, but this was a hard piece of gingerbread. Almost like a chewy cracker. I like soft gingerbread, actual bread and not a cookie like bread. Does that make sense?

  

  

  All was not lost on the gingerbread front, I had my cinnamon roll to look forward to and it was worth the wait. It’s been a while since I’ve had a sugary treat first thing in the morning. My blood sugar is extremely sensitive, and sugar paired with caffeine is no longer a good option for me, but thankfully I didn’t crash too hard with this.

  

  

  Our Air B & B also had a creek out back, and while it was too cold to sit out there long term, it was nice to step outside with my coffee and hear the running water. Our second and last night at this Air B & B, we went to the only pub in the area called The Old Crown. It was a lovely place, with delicious food, and friendly staff.

  

  

  

  Our trip to the Lake District was short and sweet, but I know I will be back someday. The weather was perfect for our trip, and the endless rolling hills had me daydreaming of a permanent lifestyle driving on the right side of the car. I could easily spend a week exploring this national park. I don’t want to work in a cafe again after I leave my current job, but I could see myself working at Lucia’s Coffee + Bakehouse.

  Anything for the scones and cinnamon rolls. 

  

  We packed our bags and packed our car, and we headed towards Peak District National Park, our last leg of the trip and our second and drastically different national park in England. My idea of what it would be like to hike around England national parks ended up being a completely different reality, but it turned out to be a low key adventure I’ll never forget.

  Q: Cinnamon roll or scone? Why am I always asking questions about food….

  

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• Highclere, England

  Posted at 4:30 PM by Brittany, on December 4, 2019

  Highclere is a village in England about an hour and a half (drive) west of London. When I first heard of this village I thought nothing of it. When most people hear of this village they think of Highclere Castle, a filming location for the popular show Downton Abbey (DA.) I’m often behind the times when it comes to watching popular shows, and I’ve still never seen Game of Thrones despite telling myself I would start watching after visiting a handful of filming locations.

  My two gal pals that went to England with me are big DA fans, and they wanted to visit Highclere castle. I’m always up for a good castle visit, so I was on board despite the fact I knew nothing about the show. After booking our Air B & B we discovered the castle has limited openings, and we would have needed to book our visit much further in advance.

  Alas, we stuck with the plan to visit Highclere and had a lovely morning walk.

  

  

  We thought perhaps we could catch a glimpse of the castle from the outskirts if we walked nearby, but that didn’t happen. Instead we wandered open fields, small neighborhoods, quiet church yards, and found an old cemetery. We were only in Highclere for an evening into the next afternoon, but it was a nice transition leaving London heading towards our first national park of the trip.

  

  

  Our Air B & B was lovely, and the hosts left us some croissants and eggs in the fridge for breakfast. I woke up before my gal pals and enjoyed a quiet cup of coffee while staring quietly into the open fielded backyard. It was in this moment that I knew deep in my soul the UK is where I feel most alive.

  

  I can’t tell you what it is exactly, it’s a feeling I will forever struggle to put into words, but I have now been to three of the four UK countries and each one sparks a fire in me that I forget is there until I arrive. I travel to escape, and while it’s a healthier addiction than some of the alternatives, it’s still a way for me to not work through my problems.

  I’m not saying this is a good thing, it’s just the truth. People say travel is a way to find yourself, but for some travel is a way to escape yourself. All of my trips bring me joy, but none like the joy I feel when I visit the UK. I hope someday (preferably after I work through my “problems” and stop traveling just to escape) I can find a way to live in the UK.

  Any UK readers out there single and looking to mingle, holla atcha girl.

  

  After pondering life, my friends and I made some breakfast before we headed out for our walk. I felt calm, I felt content, and I felt at peace sitting down with two great girls for a meal and some laughs. I enjoyed my eggs and two croissants without any food anxiety.

  After our walk we said goodbye to The Leacroft Lodge and headed towards the Lake District. 

  

  

  Before arriving at our next destination, we stopped in a small town called Coventry for afternoon tea. Can you really visit the UK without having afternoon tea? We chose Coventry because it was a good midpoint between Highclere and the Lake District, and because we found an undercroft called St. Mary’s Guildhall that served (very affordable) afternoon tea.

  

  

  This undercroft is over 700 years old, and sits within the cities historical Cathedral Quarter. The medieval restaurant is new, and the ladies that work there are kind and friendly. The tea cost each of us no more than $10, and my eyes were opened to the world of clotted cream. I knew I loved scones, but English scones are of another world.

  I ended up eating the remaining clotted cream with a spoon.

  

  After tea we wandered the town for maybe an hour before heading north to the Lake District. We walked the Cathedral Quarter of Coventry, weaving through the ruins of St. Michael cathedral, and saw a traditional original medieval timber framed house. An unexpected historical stop in the city of Coventry.

  

  

  

  

  I still daydream about those scones and clotted cream. It’s a good thing there were so many opportunities for scones on this trip.

  Q: Scones or croissants? Nothing beats a good, thick, soft, English scone with jam and clotted cream.

  

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• 24 Hours in London

  Posted at 2:00 PM by Brittany, on December 2, 2019

  Anyone who knows me, knows I don’t love big cities. Give me a quiet backcountry with a rustic cabin and endless rolling hills and I am a peaceful, content lass. When my two friends and I decided to take a trip to England together, we all agreed we didn’t want to spend much time in London. Our goals were to split our time between two national parks (which we did) and only spend 24 hours in London (which we also did.)

  London is a big city, and we didn’t want to spend much time here because we thought it would be too hustle and bustle, too overwhelming, too many people, too this, too that…

  Boy were we wrong. 

  

  Buckingham Palace

  

  

  Backing up a bit, our journey getting to London was quite an adventure. We chose a 6am flight, and because the trains in Germany had been occasionally getting delayed, we decided to sleep at the airport the night/morning before our flight. We took an 11pm train to the airport, found a corner in the airport at 1 am, and “slept” until around 4am.

  I don’t think I ever actually fell asleep.

  

  Westminster Abbey

  

  Despite the lack of sleep, I don’t regret sleeping at the airport. We arrived in London around 11am, took the underground to our hostel, and set off to explore the city for the remainder of the day. I have never seen a more simple, easy to follow public transportation than the London Underground. From the airport to the city, and from each area of the city to another, it was foolproof.

  

  The London Eye

  

  

  Maybe it was because I was in the land of my first language, or maybe it was the ease of tapping my Oyster card onto the entry gates of the underground making me feel like a local, but I never once felt stressed navigating London, nor did I struggle to find the right train or location. 10/10 for the London Underground.

  Upon arrival in the city the three of us had one thing on our mind: find coffee. Our lack of sleep, and desire for exploration led us to Kaffeine, a coffee shop we visiting twice in the 24 hours we were in London. This was a cute little shop with delicious coffee. On our way to the coffee shop we spotted Ben’s Cookies, an English cookie chain with AMAZING COOKIES.

  

  

  

  I don’t typically gravitate towards food that comes from a chain like restaurant, but I wasn’t aware Ben’s was a chain until after I left London. I saw another Ben’s in another city later on during my trip. I didn’t even care though, because the cookie I bought was worth every splurged penny and bite. It paired perfectly with my americano from Kaffeine.

  

  

  

  Sugar and caffeine in our veins we walked the city, and found our way to Hyde park. This park is just a jump away from the city center shops, and has lovely trees that hug along the Serpentine lake. The weather held up most of the time we were in London, but while we wandered the park it began to rain. I find in these moments the rain almost makes the experience more memorable.

  So long as I have the right jacket on. 

  

  

  After the park, it started to get dark. We realized we needed real food, and in typical American fashion we ended up at Chipotle. It’s been a long 10 months away from Chipotle for us all, and while I NEVER feel well after I eat there, it was worth it. Before we found Chipotle, we made a last minute decision to watch one of the MANY shows playing in the city.

  London has show, after show, after show playing in multiple different locations across the city, and we chose the cheapest show playing. We walked up to the ticket counter at 6pm, discovered there was a showing of Waitress at 7pm, and the cost was around $50. We were sold, and after eating our meal we made our way to the theater.

  Low key wanted to see Phantom of the Opera, but I’ll see that one next time. 

  

  

  I’d heard of Waitress, but I had no idea what it was about. It ended up being an AMAZING show, and it was so much fun. I decided in that moment that London was not like the other cities I tried to avoid, London was a city I could, and will come to and spend a week eating cookies, drinking coffee, and watching a new show every night.

  

  After the show we made our way back to our hostel for the night. The next morning we got up early to explore some of the well known places in the city. Places like: Buckingham Palace, Platform 9 3/4, The London Eye, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and Kaffeine…back to Kaffeine. Before we left the area of our hostel, we had breakfast at a cafe right around the corner. The cafe had a perfectly fitting name for its location…

  

  I have been obsessed with English/Irish/Scottish breakfasts since my first trip to the UK a few years ago, and I needed an English breakfast at least once on this trip. All of these breakfasts have similarities and differences, but what I get from each one of them is: eggs, bacon, black pudding, and potatoes of some kind.

  Hi my name is Brittany, and I’m a recovering vegan. 

  

  

  We visited all the above places I listed on our own time. We planned to join a free walking tour, but no one showed up so we made our own walking tour. All three of us are Harry Potter fans, and it was great seeing Platform 9 3/4. The train station (King’s Cross) is beautiful on its own, but this addition made it worth the trip.

  

  

  Buckingham Palace Gate

  

  St. James Park

  We stayed in the city until around 3pm before making our way back to the airport to pick up our rental car. We stopped by Kaffeine for one more beverage and snack before our drive, and it was just as tasty the second time as it was the first. Sometimes I like trying multiple new places, and sometimes I stick to one place that was good the first time.

  

  Almond milk latte, and a blueberry bread

  Just like that, our quick 24(ish) hours in London were up and it was time to move on to the next part of our trip. I was pleasantly surprised by London, and I can’t wait to return. I need to go back for the shows, and to see Big Ben when she’s not under construction. She was completely blocked by scaffolding while undergoing a 4yr renovation. We all need a little facelift from time to time. 

  Q: Do you prefer visiting a new restaurant every day, or will you return to one you fell in love with?

  

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