This is me...

My name is Wesley and I am leaving for Spokane tomorrow morning...

Then flying to Seattle...

Then laying over for four hours...

Then flying to Britain...

Then flying to Switzerland...

Then blazing through as many countries in Eastern Europe as I can manage...

Then winding up in Italy...

For a semester...

Then back to Switzerland...

Britain...

Spokane (which is in Idaho, just FYInformation)...

Moscow... which is where I am now.

At least that's the plan.


This is not my bed full of stuff that needs to go in my backpack... Four months of Europe on two pairs of pants (I do have a towel). My parents are trying to get me to take another backpack on the plane, but I'm trying to go as light as possible (appearances to the contrary) so as to appear the savvy globetrotter I am not. I asked one of my experienced traveling companions to tell the grown-ups that it was a terrible idea to bring more than one back pack, but she just laughed at me and refused. I told them she was only bringing her purse on the plane.


These are my ridiculously expensive shoes that I needed for walking on Europe...



and my toes.


And here are my brand spanking new flipflops for creepy showering in Europe so as to not get "foot herpes" as my friend so eloquently put it.

They are terrible and have made me almost fall a thousand times and the left one always comes off when I go down stairs.

I think my legs look like ewok legs from starwars...