Q1) What are you wearing?
The ugliest pair of socks I own, jeans that don't fit anymore after I lost 5kilos on the Inka Trail and a crop top, even though it's way too cold for that. I think I should go get a sweater...

Q2) Ever been in love?
Oh yes, the early posts on this blog are a sad reminder of that.

Q3) Ever had a terrible breakup?
No, I never got into anything you got call a serious relationship, so no terrible break ups either.

Q4) How tall are you?
1.68m, so in the Netherlands I'm a shorty. In South America and Asia I'm a giant.

Q5) How much do you weigh?
I was 57 kilos when I stepped on a plane to see the Nasca lines. Two weeks later, after the Inka Trail and food poisoning, I couldn't wear my clothes without looking ridiculous, so I guess I was more like 52 kilos at that moment. I gained a little weight and now I'm around 54, which seems to be exactly right for me.

Q6) Any tattoos?
No. I've watched way too many Miami Ink episodes to get a tattoo. The pain...

Q7) Any earrings?
Not anymore. My ears react in a very nasty way.

Q8) OTP?
What? Did I miss something while I was on vacation? Let me Google it...
Ah, found it! One True Pairing. Sure, I knew that. Of course I knew, how dare you doubt me! As for an OTP, I'm gonna go for the Starkid version of Dramione.

Q9) Favorite shows?
Game of Thrones, Under the Dome, Wicked Tuna.

Q10) Favorite bands?
Train, fun. and The Script. I get possessive of 'my' bands, so whenever someone says they like one ot my bands, I'm like: 'Really, bet you didn't know that...' and then I'll go to all lengths to prove they're not as much of a fan as I am XD

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Q11) Something you miss?
My friends from junior year.

Q12) Favorite song?
At this moment it's Bulletproof Picasso, by Train (what a surprise must that be after question 10 XD)

Q13) When is your birthday?
July 17th

Q14)Zodiac sign?
Cancer

Q15) Quality you look for in a partner?
He must be able to make me laugh, but also make me think about stuff. I wouldn't be able to be in a relationship with someone who doesn't have a sense of humor and can't have a good discussion with me.

Q16) Favorite quote?
'How do you write "pineapple"?'
'Pine as in pine, apple as in apple.'
This was an actual conversation between me and one of my friends. It's not an inspirational quote, nor a quote of some famous person, but it never fails to make me laugh (though it's more of an inside joke).

Q17) Favorite actor?
Chris Evans. 

Q18) Favorite color?
Blue.

Q19) Loud musics or soft?
Both. Not at the same time, but I can easily listen to Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons, right after having listened to something soft as The Saltwater Room, by Owl City.

Q20) Where do you go when you're sad?
My mind flees to San Francisco or Adelaide, sometimes to happy memories of junior year. 

Q21) How long does it take you to shower?
Depends. About ten minutes if it's just a shower, about 40 minutes if I have to wash my hair. It takes ages to wash it.

Q22) How long does is take you to get ready in the morning?
Fifteen minutes, including turning the radio on and eating breakfast.

Q23) Ever been in a physical fight?
More or less. Not proud of it though.

Q24) Turn on?
Bad jokes and puns. I'm serious :)

Q25) Turn off?
Gaming addictions

Q26) The reason you joined Blogger?
Wordpress made me panick and I had to blog somewhere to clear my mind.

Q27) Fears?
Sharks, dogs, people laughing at me.

Q28) The last thing that made you cry?
The idea of my parents, my friends and my own mortality.

Q29) Last time you said you loved someone?
I told my Mom I was proud of her and that I loved her when we reached the end of the Inka Trail. Three years ago she had a hernia. We were afraid she'd never walk for more than half an hour, but this summer she walked the Inka Trail. I think that's a beautiful achievement for someone who couldn't walk down stairs a few years ago.

Q30) Meaning behind your Blogger name?
Okay, I never told this to anyone before, but my real name is Anne. My last name starts with a V. You know how they want to ensure a criminal's anonimity by showing only the first letter of his last name? Anne V. Sounded a lot like Envy to me. That way my Blogger name was born.

Q31) Last book you read?
The House of Hades, by Rick Riordan.

Q32) The book you're currently reading?
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, by Susanna Clarke.

Q33) The last show you watched?
Wicked Tuna.

Q34) The last person you talked to?
My Mom. She's still talking to me now.

Q35) The relationship between you and the last person you texted?
Rosanne is a good friend to me. I've known her for 7 years. She's actually more an older sister than a friend for me.

Q36) Favorite food?
Anything with meat will do, I'm not picky.

Q37) Place you want to visit?
Did a post on that here.

Q38) Last place you were?
Gérardmer in France.

Q39) Do you have a crush?
On Percy Jackson, but he's kinda fictional and kinda taken too...

Q40) Last time you kissed someone?
Never. Never been kissed, forever alone, that's me.

Q41) Last time you were insulted?
Yesterday. I tried to open a can of soup. I did not succeed. My Dad's comment: 'Good thing you're not moving out yet, you'd starve within weeks.' Gee, thanks Dad.

Q42) Favorite flavor of sweet?
Banana.

Q43) What instruments do you play?
I don't want to brag, but I'm a pretty decent air saxophone player.

Q44) Favorite piece of jewelry?
I don't really wear jewelry, but I had this necklace with an ankh on it which I wore until it broke. I was so sad about it that E. fixed it with a shoelace.

Q45) Last sport you played?
Athletics of course.

Q46) Last song you sang?
Gangnam Style, which wasn't a succes, since I don't speak Korean -.-"

Q47) Favorite chat up?
I'm too shy for a chat up, but one time I was approached by a dude on a school dance and he said: 'I usually don't dance, but I'll make an exception for you.' Definitely a favorite :)

Q48) Have you ever used it?
If I ever feel like my confidence is high enough to cope with rejection and being laughed at, I'm definitely going to use it.

Q49) Last time you hung out with anyone?
Before I went to Peru, I went shopping with Rosanne.

Q50) Who should answer these questions next?
I think I'm going to let Karissa and Youngjoo answer all these questions. Have fun!

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From Envy's Make it Happen List
#6: See Machu Picchu
Status: Awesomeness achieved

When told to write a paper in 5th grade, most kids in my class chose their dog, cat or pet unicorn as a topic. Well, maybe not the pet unicorn, they weren't that awesome, but you get the idea. I, on the other hand, chose to be nerdy: I wrote about the Inca's. That way I learned about the forgotten city of Machu Picchu. Right on the spot, ten year old me decided that, no matter what it would take, I would be in Machu Picchu one day. Eight years later, I made my dream come true. But it was an ordeal to make it happen...

Day 1: When it still seemed fun
Alarm set to: 4.15 am
Distance walked: 12km
The Camino Inka, or Inka Trail, is a four day trek from Ollantaytambo to Machu Picchu. Forthy-three kilometers, all ancient Inka roads, past archeological sites, through subtropical forests, over mountain passes and through Andean valleys. Only 500 people per day are allowed on the trail, which sounds like a lot, but includes guides and porters. About one in three people on the trail is an actual tourist. It's a privilege to be on the trail.

We were picked up from the hotel at 5am, then brought by bus to the starting point near Ollantaytambo. At 7am my parents, our guide Bonnet and I crossed the start line and started our epic journey to Machu Picchu. It's quite a story to tell, but most of it is for later. The first day was all fun and games, especially compared to the days that followed. We walked only 12km that first day, with lots of breaks to take pictures. Bonnet told us about the vegetation, Inka history, local wildlife and just about everything else. She was a great guide.
I was happily walking wherever the road would take me. I jumped away for unexpected motorcycles, said buenos dias to the porters and had a great time. It got even better when we stopped for lunch. Our porters had already set up camp and the cook had made us a three course lunch. After lunch like that, I felt like I could do anything.

Just you average three course lunch with my goofy looking Dad

The last few kilometers of the day were the hardest. My legs were tired, I was tired, everyone was tired. The last kilometer to our camp for the night was uphill. Terrible. Somehow I made it. Without looking at the camp, I sat down on a rock and almost fell asleep.
Camp turned out to be a patch of land full of chickens, with a French toilet (aka a hole in the ground). After a long day of walking, it looked like heaven to me.

That night I didn't eat much at dinner and went to bed early. I didn't worry about it - after all I had walked 12k at an altitude we can't even imagine in the Netherlands. I went to sleep and, just like Bonnet had assured me, I slept like a baby.

Day 2: Never eat Chinese food in Peru
Alarm set to: 5am
Distance walked: 9km

Can you imagine doing this for a living?

In the middle of the night my stomach woke me up with some bad news. I had to throw up, but where? I slept in a miniscule tent with my parents. I knew I wouldn't be able to get out in time and the last thing I wanted to do was puke all over my Dad at 3 in the morning. Luckily my Mom woke up and quickly grabbed a plastic back from out of nowhere (Mom-magic at its best) in case I would let my dinner see the light of day, or in this case night, again. I was able to keep it in, but the tone was set for the day.
Bonnet was really worried about me and said that one of the porters could carry me if my situation got worse. I didn't want them to. The 'porter's law' states that a porter is forbidden to carry more than 20 kilos at any time. As you can imagine, I weigh a little more than 20 kilos...


Before we started walking, I had to use our beautiful bathroom facilities, which stank like hell. I already disliked using a hole in the ground as a toilet, but when my body decided everything had to get out, front and back, I hated it even more...
My Dad and Bonnet asked me if I wanted to go back, but I couldn't. I think I wouldn't have been able to live with the shame and guilt if I'd gone back. I insisted on doing the Inka Trail - and doing it all by myself, no porters carrying me.

My Mom and Dad stayed with me in the beginning, but my Dad became restless. We sent him ahead. After a while he came back to carry our packs. He did this for the rest of the trail. People who saw him started calling him Twopack, of simply 'the guy who walks the Inka Trail twice in one go'.

Though we only had to walk only 9kilometers, day 2 was already marked as the toughest day: we had to cross a mountain pass at an altitude of 4200 meters. I wasn't even halfway up when I felt like I couldn't keep going on like that. For the first time in my life I stuck a finger down my throat; it was the worst thing I've had to do to myself in my entire life. After throwing up like that I felt a little better, but also ashamed and dirty.
I didn't eat anything during our first break, I just couldn't. Carefully I sipped some overpriced Coca-Cola. An Irishman, who'd noticed me being miserable along the way, gave me some medicine against the nausea. I started thinking of him as Medicine Man. Without his help, I wouldn't have made it.

It was still a long way to the top, to the pass, but at least I started to feel a little better. My legs were sore and the stairs were steep, so I told myself to walk 100 paces before taking a break. That way I made it to the pass.
Going down was a lot easier. Bonnet kept telling us to take our time, and we did. Slowly but steadily my Mom and I made our way down to the camp. My Dad, who'd earned the respect of our porters by becoming Twopack, went ahead with the porters. I was still on the trail when he reached camp. I had 40 minutes to go and thought I couldn't take it anymore. At that moment one of our porters came back to ask if we wanted tea or sandwiches. He saw my condition and asked if he had to carry me. I wasnted to say yes so badly. I couldn't bear the thought of walking any more. My Mom held my hand and said I didn't need a porter to carry me, that i could do it all by myself. And so I did.
When I finally reached camp, teh porters gave me a big round of applause. I smiled warily, stumbled into my tent and slept for almost 12 hours.

Day 3: Thank God for Imodium
Alarm set to: 5.30am
Distance walked: 16km
I felt good when I woke up on the third day of the Inka Trail. After twelve hours of sleep, I was even able to eat a piece of pancake for breakfast. Then I had to run to the toilet again...
There was no question of being carried that day. I was determined to do it all by myself, walk every last centimeter on my own two feet. We had to climb 400 meters that day and I did it with two tiny pieces of pancake in my system - nothing else. I make it sound easy, but I was still going through hell. Diarrhea isn't much fun, especially when there are no toilets along the and the amount of toilet paper is limited. I'll spare you the details.

All day long, I had to count my steps to keep going. The numbers calmed me and distracted me from the distance I still had to go. I was exhausted and the climb toward the next mountain pass was even more exhausting. By counting the steps and estimating the height of the stairs I could calculate how much I had behind me and how much I still had to go. No bad for a girl who hated math.

At the pass was our first resting point for the day. It was beautiful to see what happened there. Every tourist helped each other out. Medicine Man gave me some Imodium for the diarrhea, while my Mom and I helped a kid from Birmingham back to his feet when he was suffering from altitude sickness. Some kind of wonderful bond made us all feel connected. 'We're all in the same shit, the least we can do is make it a little easier' is what we all thought.

The journey continued, mostly downhill now. Bonnet made me sniff pure alcohol when I started to feel nauseated again. Don't ask me how or why, but it helped instantly. And then, a little while later, when we were taking a small break, we suddenly saw not one, but two condors fly! Even Bonnet was amazed. In the previous two years on the Camino Inka, she'd seen only two condors - and now there were two at once! From that moment on I started enjoying the Inka Trail again. I started hour long conversations with Bonnet about everything that came to mind. I was stunned by the beauty of the Andes. I was tired beyond measure, but it was all worth it when i reached lunch camp, where the porters greeted me with applause again. I was even able to eat some luch. And okay, I admit it, I took a shortcut to our final camp. But in my defense: I was still suffering from food poisoning.

Day 4: Machu Picchu
Alarm set to: 3.30am
Distance walked: 6km
That morning I woke up when a Belgian tourist yelled: 'Allez, on your marks, set and go!'. I have no idea how he could be so awake and cheery, since it was only 3.30am.
After a small breakfast, we went to 'the gate'. the gate is just a fence that marks the start of the final stage of the Inka Trail. It opens at 5.30am, when the night is almost over and the sun is about to rise. So even though we were in line in front of the gate at 4am, we had to wait 90 minutes until it opened. I got impatient, but Bonnet told me it was for my own safety. The Inka Trail is a dangerous route to walk in the dark. As recent as January, a tourist died when she fell of the path. Suddenly I didn't mind waiting.

At 5.30 everyone went crazy. People started running, racing eachother and, more important, the sun. Everyone wanted to be at the Sun Gate at sunrise, to see the sun take a peek over the mountains and bathe Machu Picchu in its early morning light.
I took my time. I was also racing the sun, but I thought my safety more important. Besides, the headlight I was wearing didn't illuminate my path the way it was supposed to; I had to stalk others with better headlights to see where I was going. Not that a better headlight automatically meant a steadier progress. I've seen people with spotlights on their head fall over rocks the size of my upper body... But light or no light, the view on the last part of the trail was amazing. I can't even begin to describe it. Some things you've got to see for yourself.

Finally there!

Then, just before sunrise, I had to climb a staircase on all fours, incredibly steep, stubled a minute or so along the path and stopped. Just stopped and took in the view. Machu Picchu. Finally I saw the forgotten city.
We rushed down the last 2km to the actual city, after seeing the sun rise over Machu Picchu. I can't remember ever being as happy as I was when I walked between the houses, storage rooms and temples. After a tough trek with barely any food in my stomach, I could barely believe I'd made it. I remember saying that I was the only one who could make the things on my Make it Happen List actually happen. This was one of them. The trouble I had to go through to achieve my goal was unbelievable. But the reward was worth it. As we took the bus back to Agua Calientes, I shot one last glance at Machu Picchu. My whole body filled with pride, euforia and, for the first time in years, love for myself. I went through hell and back for it, but I never gave up and succeeded. And that was what 'Make it Happen' is all about.

Greetings from Macu Picchu!

You can almost feel the awkwardness in this pic

Ever since I was a little kid, I've wanted to go to Peru. Ever since my Dad was a little kid, he's wanted to go to Peru. My Mom kinda got dragged to Peru when we packed our bags and left for South America. It was a trip full of ups and downs, full of 'ooh's and 'aah's, but also of the occasional 'oh crap' and 'ah fuck'. In my three amazing weeks in Peru, I

• ate an alpaca
• drank a frog
• wrote a Belgian-Dutch dictionary
• got food poisoning from pigs in a blanket that called themselves eggrolls
• almost won a music quiz from a musician
• talked about Emperor Kuzco with Peruvians from Cusco
• raced the sun and chased the ocean
• went sandboarding
• stalked condors with my camera
• took the worst selfie in the history of selfies, with my Dad
• tried eating guinea pig and hated it
• chewed coca leaves
• walked, crawled and barely survived the Inka Trail
• got stuck in a traffic jam on the Panamericana Highway
• took over 550 pictures
• became an expert at using Frech toilets, aka holes in the ground
• danced to Gangam Style in a bus full of people
• became friends with a Belgian girl who could do an amazing imitation of a baby lama

I've got tons of stories to tell, lots of pictures to show. But right now I'm in France, secretly stealing Wi-Fi from restaurants and coffeeshops. When I get home I'm going to bombard you with Peru posts.
And to everyone who commented on my previous posts: thank you :D you deserve a big piece of digital cake! I love you for commenting and as soon as I get access to a desktop (I hate blogging on my smartphone) I'm going to answer each and every comment!

The day you stop dreaming is the day all wonder will leave your life. So I keep dreaming of the wonderful cities I want to visit. It's a great big world out there, with just so much to see, but these five cities are right up in my top 5

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