Get back on the map

So when we went to Morocco the email from my mom said: "Ashleen Marie. Get Back on the Map. You are off the Map." here are some images from when we went off the map (this being soley because I gave my mom a map of Europe).

Spenser with a panoramic view of that which is not mapped. Us embarking on our journey off the map. Moroccans...

African Sunshine

Hola. Marhaba. How are things? we are back in barcelona. we went to Madrid and then to Algeciras and then took a ferry to Morocco. excellent. wellllll worth it. loved morocco. but we ARE SO SUN BURNT: an hour on the beach and now a ridiculous burn.

there are some english men arguing next to us in the café. ridiculous.

so in morocco we went to Tangier and stayed at Dar jameel the firs night. basically a palace. then we took a5 h bus to Rabat. horrible idea. but WHAT AN EXPERIENCE!
then we took a train back o tangier. and had no place to stay and had arrived at close to midnight so some women on the train offered to host us... we wathed the michael jackson news on E! ate bread and cheese and went to bed at like two am. they were wonderful women who spoke little english but hosted us VERY well.

morocco was very cheap, and the exchange rate for once was in our favor.
I bought dresses and rocks. and a backpack.
lets hope when I mail them they show up.

Spenser bought a blanket. he is VERY HAPPY about this. camel hair. bought it from a man who gave us mint tea.

we also drank orange juice worms. well spenser drank all of his. and I made it about half way through the glass when I realized there were worms in it. anyone know anything about worms in orange juice?

Tomorrow we try for Milan... wish us luck.

Alas...Without a Map.

Hola friends...family... people who have stumbled across this by mistake.

So... tis the season for blogging apparently, and because I am traveling frequently this year (oft with sketchy cellular service) and at the insistance of Liz, I have chosen to start this blog. The first two posts are small snipits on my trips to Dallas and SLC.


Anyone who knows me, knows that I get lost ridiculously easy, but alas am never in possession of a map. I can read a map, I can plot a map, but I do not actually own a map (please reserve judgment).

So... in a little less than 48 hours I board a British Airways flight for Dublin-*-*- where Spenser and I begin 7 weeks of insanity. We'll be couch surfing, hosteling, hoping for a nice bench should no other alternative present itself. And in about seven weeks, when many of you will be in Montana at the Sheldon Family Reunion (including that madra of mine who will hopefully reserve a shuttle for me from the airport), we'll leave from Athens and head back.

We're hoping to make it to: Dublin, Holyhead *Wales,* London, Belgium, The Netherlands, Germany, Spain, France, Portugal, Morocco, Italy, Greece and Turkey... wish us luck :)

Here is a glimpse of our packing list:

3 shirts
1 pair of pants
1 pair of shorts
1 pair sleep pants
swim suit
towel
socks/underwear
tennis shoes
sandles
sheets and fleece blanket
rainproof jacket
water bottle/ money pouch/ tickets

Spenser and I in 2007.


The plan so far is simple: experience as much as possible on as little money as possible without dying, or being arrested (I don't think I could handle 12 years of hard labor).