Getting lost in streets far from "Home." Losing myself in the moment at a club at 5 in the morning. Making friends with strangers where English Language is not a common factor. Devouring pastries that allured me from corner bakeries. Pushing myself to use a language to survive. Finding myself in a world that has pushed my limits further than I ever could think possible. Taking every chance. Dropping every fear. Finding happiness in each moment. I found myself when I didn't even know I was lost.
Dreamer. Lost in the moment.
Podunk Wyoming native, living and thriving in Madrid. Lover of Craft beer and art.