T-minus 7 hours until we land in Paris, and this ride is just getting started, but boy, has it been a wild one up to this point.
About 6 months ago, we decided to move halfway across the world – knowing no one where we’re going – with only two suitcases. With me having a (partial) minor in Spanish, we had settled on a Spanish-speaking country, and it wasn’t until June that we definitively said Barcelona, Spain was our final destination. You’d think 6 or 3 months would be enough to plan, but I was still frantically rolling clothes before jamming them into my suitcase around 2 hours before our plane was going to take off. Language lessons beforehand? Forget about it. Self-defense lessons were the only thing we got around to, and that was probably mostly due to it being some form of exercise that I actually enjoy.
As far as funding this grand adventure, well… we started a TEFL course in March to be able to support ourselves abroad, though I am keeping a part-time online job I’ve had for quite some time. We have three rushed days in Paris and then we’ll dash from Paris to Barcelona to hopefully find an apartment and jobs within five days. Oh, and have I mentioned that we’re crazy?
I should probably introduce myself. I’m Fernweh and my sister is Food. Or at least we’re a bit reminiscent of the two. I have this constant longing to be somewhere else – out there – wherever there may be in my mind at the moment. I also know things. Random (mostly useless) things. Like this – fernweh is a German word for which there is no direct translation in English. It means something like “farsickness” or longing for faraway places. And I feel it quite often. It is what pushed me to leave my home and everything I know for a place in which I don’t speak the language. Lots of people feel fernweh, but few get to go wherever their mind is taking them. I’m fortunate enough to be blessed with a family who will enable my flighty mind.
And then there’s Food. Food was nearly dragged kicking and screaming to Spain. She loves traveling, don’t get me wrong, but Food is a bit of a homebody. If I weren’t here, she’d still be at home, doing her school over the computer, and likely enjoying a relationship with Netflix. She’d probably say the same about me. Here’s where food and I differ – I just like eating food, and she likes everything about it. Food is thinking about making food her career. So, when it comes to picking restaurants, ordering from menus, or nearly everything about food (wine not included), I turn to Food for advice.
So, we are Fernweh y Food – ‘y’ (meaning ‘and’) might be the only word in Spanish Food actually knows – and we are here to explore, eat, and enjoy our way through the world. One flight and bite at a time.