I’m writing this for you. Yes, you. Years down the road, I’ll say I wrote it for me, but in all honesty, it’s for you. I’ll say I wrote it to encapsulate the time in my life that I spent traveling and my amazing memories of living abroad. That’s partly true. But, really, you’re a big part of this.
I’m kind of a screw-up. I drop things, I break wine glasses, I’m always late, I’m almost definitely still in the midst of the quarter life crisis that started 4 years ago when I moved to Paris at 24. I’m not an Instagram model or a trust fund kid. I’m a normal person who lives abroad and I want to tell you about it.
I’m writing this travel blog, Presque Perfection, for the person who doesn’t travel or maybe they don’t know if they like to travel. I’m writing for the person who doesn’t even have a passport but would maybe like to take a peek at what the world has to offer. I’m writing for the curious, the anxious, the every minute detail organizers, and the last minute amazing deal purchasers. I’m writing for the young dreamers and the old reminiscers. I’m writing for the wallet losers and the smartphone droppers.
This blog will hopefully be both inspiring and informative, but more so, I hope that it’s funny and that it’s a truthful bridge across cultures and languages. I hope that it serves a purpose. I hope it challenges you to try new things, take chances and definitely screw up every now and then and then to laugh about it. I’ll tell you the real truth behind the travel. You’ve seen the photos of the picture perfect couples standing under the waterfall in the middle of the rainforest. That’s not me. What you don’t see is the hiking, the falling, the yelling and the millions of shots it takes to get that perfect image. I’m your girl on that. Especially the yelling. Especially if I’m hungry. I’ll show you the falling, the dirt under the nails, and the almost missing the train, because that’s who I am as a traveler, and a person, and it makes the journey behind the “picture-perfect” picture better.
The world isn’t perfect. Neither is travel, and neither are you. That’s why it works so well. You’ll get places and be overwhelmed by their beauty and you’ll get places and be underwhelmed by the trash on the sidewalk. It will rain on your day at the beach, you’ll get food poisoning in the most luxurious of locations, you’ll wind up accidentally VERY undressed (like, in your birthday suit) at a spa, there will be a garbage collector strike in the middle of August when you arrive somewhere. Something might be wrong. This will happen, and it will be okay. It will even be funny. You’ll laugh, you might swear, you’ll learn and ultimately you’ll grow as a person. After all, that’s what travel is about, right?