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?
Some highlights from November
In the spirit of Thanksgiving and my age, here’s a list of 24 things I’m thankful for: I’m thankful to have such a supportive family & amazing siblings who are also hilarious for technology to talk with the fam from afar on Thanksgiving! good books to read + audio books (harry potter was such a […]
inspired by a monument of sorts in Berlin
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 […]
Sarah the Adventurer 