My Solo Honeymoon

The machine pulsed and beeped. To stop it, I quickly grabbed and shoved £100 into my wallet. I starkly glanced back twice over both shoulders. I should have felt relieved to see no one there with a knife or anything. But I was too paranoid to relax. My Heart tried to reason with me. She begged for me to stop freaking out.

“You’re in an airport! The only one who’s gonna hurt you is you.” she cried. “And please calm down, you figured out how to get this far.”

“Okay, whatever, you’re right,” I muttered. When it came to listening to my Heart I was a total beginner. Still, she didn’t seem to have much mercy

It took a series of deep breaths for me to calm down. Once I did, I threw my backpack over my shoulders and headed for the exit. I approached the sliding glass doors. Through them, I saw what seemed like hundreds of thousands of cars. Some skated past while others were stacked alongside the curb. Hundreds of people crowded the walkways and street hugging, crying, laughing, shaking hands, struggling to carry luggage.

“Don’t even think about feeling lonely, honey.”

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October 13th, 2018: Arcosanti, Arizona

Dear World,

Have you ever heard of Paolo Soleri? Yeah, neither have I. Let’s learn together.

Once upon a 1919, an Italian baby named, Paolo Soleri, was born. This former baby grew up to become a world-renowned architect. Not just any architect, an architect with a vision.

His career took off when he came to Arizona in 1946 to study at Taliesin West under the architectural legend, Frank Lloyd Wright. It was during that time that he fell in love with the desert landscape and gained prominence as an architect in the US.

Inevitably, he and his wife returned to Italy where he continued to design structures like bridges. It was also during this time that he explored a new interest in ceramic and bronze bell making – a tradition that is still held up today.

In 1956 he and his family settled for good in Scottsdale, Arizona where Soleri dedicated his life to working on an urban structure he called, Arcosanti.

So what’s dat? 

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October 7th, 2018: Flagstaff, Arizona

Dear World,

I have to confess, it’s been a difficult past couple of days. I am calling them difficult even though bad feels more appropriate right now.

I’m trying to make bad days troubling, or difficult, or challenging. Even then, is the word day sufficient either? Often times, for me, it’s really only a bad, troubling, difficult, or challenging couple of minutes or hours.

Though I guess it doesn’t matter as much how I define all this sadness but rather how I embody it. I feel it’s important for me to let it go through its course. To help the process, I’ve come to Flagstaff to visit some of my friends.

Thankfully I’ve had a little bit of much needed time to myself. I chose to go to a couple of art galleries in Historic Downtown. I felt at home among the blown glass, handmade political shrines, and landscape watercolor paintings.

In the first gallery, I was curious if the clerk was an artist.

“No, are you?”

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September 1st, 2018: New York, New York

Dear World,

Greetings from New York City!

Can you tell I love this place? This is actually my second time here. This January I was here for a few days by myself. That was actually my first solo trip ever! Because of this, I think New York will always hold a special place in my heart.

So why am I here?

Well, way back a couple of months ago a friend of mine shared a link with me about this Broadway camp “for adults.” This particular link was talking about how they were giving away scholarships for each of their programs. I was clearly intrigued. It seemed like a new program and even though it was out of my budget I decided that it couldn’t hurt to apply.

The application wasn’t anything rigorous either. It didn’t even seem like a prestigious thing. There was no need to submit a resume or tape myself singing. I really only had to tell them about myself. Hm, okay how about this? Vail Varone: A Poem.

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19 June 2018: Barcelona, Determination, and Will-Power

Dear World,

I’m in Barcelona now! I can hardly believe this is my last stop. What’s even crazier is I have been in Europe for over a month now!

Initially, when I thought about writing this I was hesitant. Then I said, “Vail you accomplished something huge and there is nothing wrong with being excited to share that!” Hey, and isn’t that what this entire website is for?

There have been so many times during this adventure that I just wanted to give up. I cried sometimes and felt lonely as well. I missed out on things I wanted to do because I was tired or too nervous to go. I forgive myself for that because I am only capable of so much. I think I overestimated how much stamina I’d have. Especially considering the only solo travel experience I had prior to this, was a couple of days in New York- a place I had already been to in my own country. Though I will never regret being this ambitious because it was all so worth it.

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June 15th, 2018: Genova, Italy

Dear World,

Well, after a very, very, very stressful day of travel, I am here in Genova. Let me just say, I am a lot much patient than I ever thought I could be.

It was all worth it though. I’m here in the hostel and it’s so homey. All of the staff and guests are incredibly friendly. Plus THE BEACH!

Can you tell I’m excited?

With beach vibes,

love vail v

June 15th, 2018: Milan, Italy

Dear World,

I can do absolutely anything, I swear.

So a bit of a disaster occurred this morning.

I was supposed to leave Milan for Barcelona by train this morning. I had two connections. The first one was in Turin but I missed the train, the connection was only 12 minutes, which I’ve done before but depending on the size of the station your girl’s gotta break a sweat. Anyway, the next train going anywhere near Barcelona wasn’t leaving for another 8 hours.

I decided to take a train back to Milan Centrale, a much bigger train station. There I could just sit down and figure out what the heck to do since I need to get to Barcelona to fly home on Thursday.

I considered flying but it was out of my budget to book a flight last minute. I realized that I was not going to Barcelona today. Instead, I decided I still needed to get my butt to a beach today so I’m headed to Genova for the next two days. From there it will be much easier and quicker to take the train to Barcelona.

On top of all of this craziness, I’ve been feeling really sick. I think all this traveling is finally catching up to me. I’m pretty exhausted. It was such a bummer since yesterday was my only full day in Milan. I had to spend time resting. I guess there are worse things in the world.

I’m hoping to leave this stressful day behind and fully enjoy the beach. Fingers crossed that everything works out and I will see the Mediterranean soon!

With beach vibes,

love vail v

PS. For your viewing pleasure.

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Oh, flowers make my heart so happy
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So do fountains

June 13th, 2018: Verona, Italy

Dear World,

Well after a very, very, VERY stressful day of travel, I am here in Genova. And let me just say, I am a lot stronger and much more patient than I ever thought I was.

It was all worth it. This hostel is so homey, the people are so kind and we are all just hanging out watching football. Plus, I’m going to the beach tomorrow!

Can you tell I’m excited?

love vail v

June 13th, 2018: Venice, Italy

Dear World,

Life is good!

Since it’s almost the perfect halfway point between Venice and Milan, I am going to walk around Verona for a couple of hours. Plus my last name is Varone. Verona? Varone? Coincidence? I think not. Is this the land of my people? I guess I’ll have to find out.

Venice like every city so far has been incredible. Though, honestly, the canals smelled horrible.

I went to Burano and Murano which are two smaller nearby islands. They are famous for their lace and blown glass respectively. I got to see a man make a glass fish. Taking the boat over there was lovely too.

Like I said, life is good.

The most important thing I have learned on this journey so far: life has a way of working itself out, all you have to do is let it do so.

Ponder on that wisdom.

Keep dreamin’ on, I will be,

love vail v

June 9th, 2018: Vienna, Austria

Dear World,

Ich Liebe Wien!

Vienna is such a dream.

My first day here I met a group of friends from England who I spent all of my time with. It was refreshing to be a part of a group for a few days. Although I do have to say I am excited to be back to doing my own thing again. Creating itineraries with six total people isn’t always super easy…

One of the highlights for sure was discovering a micronation. Yes, you read that correctly.

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