Hi! I'm Jenna, and my life is Eventurous.

I am currently traveling full time around Europe by Bicycle! I recently spent 10 months working as an Au Pair in Paris. I will be moving to Madagascar in February!

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Follow the Red Brick Road. Bicycling in The Netherlands is very user friendly. It’s like the MacBook of cycling! It’s as easy as riding a bike! …ohh. It is difficult to get lost. I just keep my compass handy and follow the signs East.

Follow the Red Brick Road.

Bicycling in The Netherlands is very user friendly. It’s like the MacBook of cycling! It’s as easy as riding a bike! …ohh.

It is difficult to get lost. I just keep my compass handy and follow the signs East.

Two things about The Netherlands:

1. The whole country is very legally and literally a well-marked bike path. It’s like a red carpet laid out in front of me everywhere I go. Just beautiful.
2. This country is very Canal (water) retentive. 

What city was this photo taken in? Doesn’t matter. They all look like this…and it’s wonderful!!

Two things about The Netherlands:

1. The whole country is very legally and literally a well-marked bike path. It’s like a red carpet laid out in front of me everywhere I go. Just beautiful.
2. This country is very Canal (water) retentive.

What city was this photo taken in? Doesn’t matter. They all look like this…and it’s wonderful!!

Last night’s tent-space: a field surrounded by bunnies hopping around, canals, and farmland. Somewhere near Gouda in The Netherlands.

Last night’s tent-space: a field surrounded by bunnies hopping around, canals, and farmland. Somewhere near Gouda in The Netherlands.

It’s been a hard few days warming up again to life on a bicycle. But today, just 10 kilometers into my short ride from Rotterdam to Den Haag in The Netherlands, I stumbled across this little town Delft. I was instantly reminded of why I chose to ride a bicycle around Europe instead of taking a train.

It’s been a hard few days warming up again to life on a bicycle. But today, just 10 kilometers into my short ride from Rotterdam to Den Haag in The Netherlands, I stumbled across this little town Delft. I was instantly reminded of why I chose to ride a bicycle around Europe instead of taking a train.

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Everyone says that the hardest part of travel or bike touring is just stepping out of the door and starting -and I agree. That is totally true. Stepping into the unknown is intimidating and scary. But I have also learned that once you are out there and doing it -living it, the intimidating activity becomes normal and isn’t scary anymore -it’s just life.

This is my third time beginning a bike tour. And even though I have done it, loved it, and survived it all before, I am still procrastinating on the first and most important step -just going.

The first time I began a tour, in Britain, I was scared shitless. Of everything. Before I left, I read blogs and went to stores. I tried to absorb and learn all that I could. I was procrastinating. Then I finally realized that the only way to really get over my fears was to just do it and face it all head on.

Once I was out there, it was great. I felt free and happy. I had challenges but I overcame them. I survived.

After my tour across Britain, when I returned to London, I found myself procrastinating on starting my European tour, yet again.

I was afraid all over again, even though I knew I could do it.

When I finally began my “long term” bike tour in Belgium, I quickly fell into sync. I was loving it and it felt comfortable. But then it was disrupted by the news that I had been accepted to move to Madagascar in February with the Peace Corps (yadiyada I have written about this so many times). It’s my dream come true but it required me to go home for two weeks to do some prep.

I was really upset about the idea of going home to California because I knew I would have to do the hardest part of a bike tour: starting, all over again when I returned to Europe.

My two weeks in America were difficult. After a year of living a frugal traveler’s life in Europe, it was hard to adjust to the lifestyle there and I had difficulty relating to some of my closest friends.

Eventually I managed to feel comfortable. It was so nice to be surrounded by people that I knew, after a year of strangers. Oh my goodness there is no way to describe how amazing it is to talk to people you know, after a year of being a robot, telling the same stories over and over, and meeting and saying good bye to new people everyday.

It was nice, but I wasn’t ready to do that. I am not done traveling. I didn’t want to go home and adjust -just to leave again. I had never planned on going home so soon.

It felt fake in a way. I saw everyone that I loved for a few hours. I filled my schedule with “friend appointments.” I saw the people who mattered, we chatted and then once again we said a “big” goodbye. I hate that. It’s not fair to anyone. I feel like I take everyone for granted and I’m always leaving.

All of this made coming back to Europe this time around so much more difficult.

It was a very long and painful flight across the Atlantic. My confidence was shattered. I was afraid of everything all over again. I was afraid of being alone all of the time; I was afraid of not knowing where I would be sleeping everyday; I was intimidated by the unknown.

Mostly I was afraid of the changing seasons. It’s September. It’s getting cold and rainy. And I will be living on a bicycle…

When I arrived in Brussels, I took the train to Rotterdam in The Netherlands because I had spent way too much time in Belgium and I just wanted a head start.

But here in Rotterdam, I find myself procrastinating again. Have I already begun my bike tour? I mean I am out here, with all of my luggage attached to a bicycle, I have an idea of the routes I will be taking for the next 1,500 km towards Berlin, but I still feel like I have yet to walk out the door.

Yesterday at the hostel in Rotterdam, all I wanted to do was sleep. Maybe it was the jet-lag, all of my fears, my lack of confidence, the exhaustion from a pub crawl I shouldn’t have gone to, or the heartbreak of leaving everyone I love again -but I just felt so shitty.

I tried to sleep for a bit, but nothing makes me feel shittier than sleeping in a hostel dorm with the sun shining through the windows. So I forced myself to get up. I spent the day on a very melancholy walk around Rotterdam.

At the end of the day I was still feeling lame. I had some bike maintenance to do, so I went on YouTube, learned some stuff and successfully lubed my chain and cleaned some parts. This made me feel better, but after an hour of trial and error, I could not figure out why my back brake was dragging.

I took my bike to a bike shop this morning and it turns out that I have a broken spoke. I don’t know how I missed that. I feel like an idiot.

Bike touring is so humbling. I have always hated being wrong and making mistakes. But on a bike tour I am constantly slapped in the face with the reality that I am not all-knowing. I don’t know the languages of the countries I am in and I just don’t know that much about bicycle mechanics. It often takes me a few minutes to figure out how to flush the toilet! I am the underdog all of the time now.

But learning and facing my fears is the whole point. I have never put so much effort into something that has not come naturally to me. I know that I need to do this. So here we go. I’m going.

I’m positive that after a few days on the road, I will adapt and all will be well. There is probably no point in writing this or even publishing it for others to see. But I guess I can use it as a marker in the future to remember how I felt. Whoever takes the time to read this will truly be following me on this journey because you have no idea what’s coming and neither do I.

So I am just going to list my fears, today, on September 11, 2014 and we will see how I feel in a week, and then in a few months.

I am afraid of:
-the weather
-where I will be sleeping
-nighttime in general
-that I will make mistakes
-that I will miss people

Well that’s a pretty short list. Why is it crippling me?

I just have to do it.

Bye.

Shots fired at the Bartender in Rotterdam

Shots fired at the Bartender in Rotterdam

This was the view from my friend’s apartment in Brussels. Yeah, I could have sat there drinking tea and chatting for a few more days, but I have finally left that dang city (after 11 days there altogether, yikes). It’s time to head east! 

This was the view from my friend’s apartment in Brussels. Yeah, I could have sat there drinking tea and chatting for a few more days, but I have finally left that dang city (after 11 days there altogether, yikes). It’s time to head east! 

I’m back in Europe; back in Brussels! This is a photo I took a few weeks ago of a storm brewing at sunset. I have spent so much time in Brussels, I feel like I live here… But I’m finally heading east on my bicycle tomorrow! 

I’m back in Europe; back in Brussels! This is a photo I took a few weeks ago of a storm brewing at sunset. I have spent so much time in Brussels, I feel like I live here… But I’m finally heading east on my bicycle tomorrow! 

Golden Love

While I was home these past two weeks, I drove about 1500 miles all over California from San Francisco to Los Angeles, past beaches, through the desert, in forests etc to visit some of the people I love most in this world!

Traveling long term can get really lonely, so I am just going to look at this post every time I miss people from back home. I love them all SO MUCH. 

And my goodness, California is the most beautiful place. It’s funny to think how wonderful my life is here, yet I am constantly running away from it. 

Well, I guess I am just running towards other things. New things. I like to keep it fresh!

It is always hard to say good bye. I am heading back to Europe tomorrow. It will all be another gigantic lifestyle and mindset change, once again. I’ll be back to being a hobo on a bicycle after two weeks of American comfort. But I know Europe is exactly where I belong right now!!!!

Pacifica before sunset last night. Can I just take this with me in my pocket wherever I go?

Pacifica before sunset last night. Can I just take this with me in my pocket wherever I go?


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