"You want to go ahead?" our Jordanian guide shouted down the path to my friends and me early in the morning. "Yes!" we shouted back. We were already thirty meters ahead of the group and, with all due respect, we did not want to walk to Petra with these slow people. Sticking with them would definitely ruin our chances of taking any good pictures of Al Khazneh, the legendary Treasury. The place would be crawling...
Deadline, another deadline, linguistics test, literature test and a third deadline. That's what the last week of my first block in university looked like. By the end of that week, I was completely exhausted and in desperate need of a break. Lucky for me, my parents were on vacation in Holten, a small town in the east of the Netherlands. They invited me over, as I had Friday off. I immediately accepted that invitation. Even...
'What's so special about Amsterdam?' I murmured to myself on October 13th as my train rolled into Amsterdam Central Station. It wasn't my first time in my country's capital, but my visit in May hadn't been able to show me why so many tourists love the city. In fact, it had only shown me why people in the Rotterdam area, where I'm from, always say that the best thing about Amsterdam is the train back...
At 18, I was swept away by a wave of existential fear. I was afraid I'd look back on my life in 50 years and regret all the chances I didn't take. So I started taking my chances, shouting YES whenever I got the opportunity to see or do something unique. This is why I didn't hesitate, not even a second, when my tour guide in Jordan offered our group the chance to visit Petra...
My first day in Jordan was endless. I barely got out of Israel because my passport refused to be scanned at the border. I'd spent ages just waiting outside the bus, not knowing why we weren't making our way to Jordan's capital Amman yet. Eventually, when my tour group reached Amman and visited its citadel, I fell in love with the country anyway, thanks to some amazing street art and a visit to the King...
Once upon a time, quite long ago, I decided to publish a blog post every Monday and Thursday. That schedule worked pretty well for me - except for the four times this year when I took a break without warning. Over the summer I was actually getting ready to settle back into my routine though. You might have noticed that I failed. These past few weeks I only managed to publish one post a week...
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