Bitten by the travel bug, native new yorker, Alex started traveling at a young age. Her first international trip was to England when she was 10. Ten years later in 2013 she moved to London and took trips all around Europe. Here are those stories and more adventures to come.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
It has been a month and it is odd to be home now. I keep referring to a poem that my professor from my Victorian art and Society class gave to us.
Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life.
Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me