For 16 years I abused my body with alcohol, drugs, caffeine, nicotine, sugar, lack of sleep and malnutrition. It took difficult times for me to change my lifestyle. My lowest bottom was an emotional one. They say pain is a great motivator, which is what ultimately forced me to make changes. It is a continual process for me. In 2004, I put down the bottle and substances. Slowly, over the years, I cleaned up my diet, added movement, meditation, and herbs.
Bitten by the travel bug as a child, I took my first solo trip the summer after 6th grade. (The three-week adventure was through an amazing Girl Scouting opportunity.)
In 2000, I quit my bartending job and bought a one way plane ticket to Europe and a Eurorail ticket. (I spent most days and nights intoxicated, touring various Western and Eastern European countries.) In 2003, I had the genius idea to move to France for a few months. My reasoning was a bit flawed-I thought a geographic change would cure my drug addiction and I wanted to learn French. Immersed in the language and culture, I became fluent in conversational French, however, my addiction problems barely shrank.
In April of 2004, overcome with unbearable emotional pain, I contemplated suicide before I finally sought help.
Since 2006, I have slowly and soberly made my way through Central America during the summer months. My time spent in a country has varied: the longest was seven and a half weeks in Guatemala, and the shortest, one week in Belize.
These days, my adventures are centered around biking. I am exploring the world of slow travel and seeing the world on two wheels. In 2017, I joined a van-supported bicycle tour that made a loop around Southern Peru, including Maccu Piccu. Last year my gf and I cycled from San Francisco to Tijuana, fully self-supported. A whole new world of travel has opened up.
Queerly Sober Travels