That’s a lot of ‘romans’ in one blog title.
It’s no coincidence though. This post is a little past its due by date, but I’m going ahead and getting it up because it’s oh so fitting and oh so timely.
You see, I’ve just wrapped up my time in Romania.
I really am on a journey with no end. Home one minute, up and away the next.
I’m not in this to give you travel advice though. I’m here to give you real world reflections from a 20-something year old trying to find her place in the world and hopefully, teaching you a thing or two about yourself in the process. That you can use my words as a mirror of reflection into your own life.
So I wasn’t just in any old place in Romania… but on a beekeeping farm.
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Imagine a lush green volcanic island teeming with such an abundance of natural beauty that as each day passes, you become more possessed by the temptation to scrap the rest of your travel plans and pitch a tent there for the remaining days of your life on planet earth and allow the mystic draw of the place to swallow your soul whole. An island with a sort of ‘Jurassic Park-like’ appeal that’s bursting with natural biodiversity, foliage the brightest shades of green one has ever seen, two large volcanoes towering over keeping watch from above, nutrient rich and fertile soil providing means for growing an abundance of native and organic food, and a melting pot of cultures where lost travelers come to find themselves.
