My gap year ended at the end of 2017 – and as the saying goes “flying by the seat of your pants precedes crashing by the seat of your pants” and indeed I did. I crashed back to reality, working, living, COVID19, lockdowns, jury duty and moving states. The past six years have been challenging, rewarding, difficult and very little of the love of my life – travel.
Now a new, shorter, adventure. Not Spain this time, but one month in Greece. Maybe. With only the first two nights in Athens booked in a backpackers, I could end up anywhere. Afterall, I am off flying by the seat of my pants again. This time joined by my partner-in-adventures, Robert. Stay tuned for fun, fear, laughter and a little bickering as we fly by the seat of my pants. – and you can also follow me on facebook , twitter and instagram.
The seat of my pants 