Maybe it was peer pressure…maybe it was a matter of wanting to partake in perceived cultural traditions…but I decided to just go for it and buy the season ski pass. Suffice to say: I’m terrified and have no idea what I’m doing. But when in Vorarlberg, do as the Vorarlbergers do, amiright?
It’s no work of art, but it is a blog post. A raw and intimate look into my everyday life — all those juicy details you were dying to know (how’s that for some sassy clickbait?)
It rains a lot this time of year, and I try to eat what’s in season. I have eliminated “shoulds” from my diet. They are not in season, and I expect to lose a lot of dissatisfaction.
In Vorarlberg the church bells ring on the hour and sometimes on the quarter and the half hour. On certain evenings they chime and reverberate throughout the whole city for almost fifteen minutes, filling the cobblestones beneath my feet and the air of the narrow streets with an energetic, musical pulse that melds with the […]
It may come as a surprise, but even though I’ve been interested in yoga for several years, I’ve only half-halfheartedly dabbled in it. I went to studio classes occasionally, but those get expensive, so I never kept it up. So earlier this summer I had this idea that committing to at least 30 days of yoga would be a great gift to myself….
Sarah the Adventurer 