Shit just got real ya’ll!
If you’ve liked my Facebook page (you should totally do it!), or noticed my handy countdown to the right, you’ll know that I’ve made an enormous, fabulous, amazing purchase.
I bought a one way ticket.
Leaving the United States on November 15. With Johnny.
I’m taking a slight detour from my original plan of going to Argentina. But don’t worry. I’m still going there! Just not immediately. I’ll be going to a few other countries first. It’s probably not the first place you’re thinking about. Johnny, being the impulsive Aries man that he is, saw a deal that we just couldn’t let slip by. It’s completely different and random from our original plans, but the cost of the flight + going to other countries before Argentina was something we couldn’t pass up. I’ll be spending my 25th birthday abroad. In probably my favorite city EVER. It’s the best birthday present a girl could ask for! I’ve been bouncing off of the walls for the past 24 hours.
“So DAMNIT Sheryll! Where are you going?!”
Johnny and I bought one way tickets from LAX to LHR.
That’s right. I’m going to LONDON! (and a bunch of other countries) (and probably Paris for my birthday. EEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I think I might faint.)
I know most of you are scratching your heads. What happened to being a sexy, sultry Spanish speaking goddess in Argentina? Well, fret not! I’m actually going to be a sexy, sultry, Spanish, French, Italian, Portuguese speaking goddess. We’re using London as the hub, branching out from there to see more of Europe before heading off to South America.
There were many reasons for starting my travels in London. First, the ticket was cheap as shit. Second, I have to return to the US in January. My younger sister is expecting her first child (something I still haven’t fully digested), and looking at ticket prices coming back into the states, Europe surprisingly has the cheaper options. Third, yes, I’ve realized we’re going to Europe in the fucking winter, not exactly the prime “pretty” time to go. But it’s low season. Low season means less crowds and less money. Plus I can’t really pass up on the fact I’m probably going to Paris for my birthday. PARIS FOR MY BIRTHDAY. Everyone is invited. Seriously. Mark your calenders for December 3rd. It’s a Saturday. No excuses.
So there you have it. I’m starting my travels in Europe. Then I’m going to America for a hot ass second. Then going to South America. I’m basically going to be living on Ramen noodles and cookie crumbs for the next 127 days. And I couldn’t be more fucking excited.