For over a year, my wanderlust had been slowly bubbling up inside me. I was desperately craving adventure and working my butt off with the images of future trips branded into my brain. When I met Jeff, a boyfriend was the last thing that would fit into my plan. I was going to take the world by storm! And NOTHING was going to keep that from happening, especially a relationship (which, in my experience, only ever dragged me down.) I was pretty sure there was only an endlessly spinning globe where my heart should be. However, all things happen exactly when they’re meant to, and despite my best efforts to avoid him, he soon discovered I did in fact have one of those red, beating, (generally) bad decision makers. We were suddenly, passionately in love. I never expected that anyone would support my crazy dreams of a wild globe trotting let alone hop on the next plane with me. But less than a year later, with (hardly) adequate funds, we quit our jobs and ran off into Jeffronica Adventure Palooza 2015 (the official name.) This was going to be the Summer of all Summers. We kicked it off with a 3 day music festival in Pennsylvania, and 24 hours after returning home, we were jet setting off again for a month of traveling Europe… and 24 hours after returning from THERE… we boarded yet another plane to spend a week in Mexico. And then we were done I promise.
We might have waited in line for 9 hours (literally) but we were still smiling and it was all worth it.
Everything about the weekend was a dream. The festival was set up on the side of Montage Mountain right next to a water park that we got free access to every day. We danced the nights away, ate crepes oozing with nutella and peanut butter, rode to the top of the mountain in a ski lift, and made memories we’ll never forget. We made it out just in time to drive home in the pouring rain, but after the skies cleared, the most insane rainbow was left behind. It felt like pure magic.. but that was only the beginning.