I love to travel. Scratch that. I’m addicted to traveling.
I grew up in a little town (population 1,500) in the rolling hills of western Iowa. On weekends, my mom would say “let’s go exploring!”, so we’d hop in the car, and drive down the most remote dirt road we could find. We found old schools and churches, abandoned farmhouses, ghost towns, forests and lakes…. We had a blast.
I went to college in Omaha, where I studied biology. I had always played the piano and sang, so my dad suggested I join the choir. Best decision of my life. At the end of my senior year, the choir went on tour to Lithuania and Sweden. This small town Iowan had never left the country, so I was stoked. On the long flight overseas, one of the hottest guys in choir, a cellist, sat next to me… We talked the entire time (I know, we should’ve been sleeping), and by the time we landed in Europe I knew I had met the man I was going to marry. Over the next two weeks, my mind was blown. There was literally an entire world out there!
Nineteen years later, here I am. I married the cellist (he’s a choral conductor now). I’m a biology professor at a community college. We’ve travelled to 45 countries. And I’m starting my travel blog on the top of a mountain, overlooking a fjord in Norway.
This blog is about travelling, and the things I’ve learned along the way. I’m definitely Not in Iowa Anymore. Let’s go exploring!