Staying in a Haunted Castle in Ireland

During my family’s trip to Ireland, we stayed at Ross Castle in Meath. This castle, and its land, has a long and torrid history surrounding war and death as the tower of the castle was designed to be a watchtower to alert for attacking clans.

The most prominent of these tales takes us back to the 1500s when Richard Nugent, otherwise known as the Black Baron due to his cruel heart and ill-tempered rage, was the reigning Lord of the castle. He had a daughter named Sabina who fell in love with the son of an Irish Chieftain which was quite unbecoming of an English Lady. As time passed and their love grew stronger, they realized that their father’s would never allow them to marry. One night, under the secret watch of the stars, they decided to run away and elope. Unfortunately, a storm overtook their boat, and it went down beneath the waves. Sabina woke to discover while she had been rescued, her lover had perished in the storm. Heartbroken, she fell into a deep despair and locked herself in her tower refusing to eat or drink. She soon faded into a sleep where she would never wake up. Her spirit is said to roam the halls of the castle looking for her lost lover. As for Lord Richard Nugent, his fate was sealed with his daughter’s untimely death and is cursed to stay on the lands in payment for his horrible deeds to his people and his daughter.

Okay, now back to the present. As soon as we pulled in, I knew this was going to be an amazing stay for many reasons. There was a beautiful lake out back where we could watch the sunrise, we had a huge kitchen to cook, and a giant parlor where we could all eat together and play games. When you travel with this many people, it is always more enjoyable to stay at a house over a hotel so that you can actually be together. Not to mention, my family is quite loud. The first night we stayed there, it was a typical night with nothing out of sorts. 

The second night though, things got hinky. At about 2:30 in the morning, I was woken up to a loud bang. I jolted up thinking something was wrong with my cousin, who was 6 months pregnant at the time, to find her sleeping beside me. Then I noted that the light sensor outside our room was on with no one out there. The hallway where my cousin and I were sharing a room had a motion detected light sensor. Then our room started to smell strongly like an old library. You know the smell of an old bookstore that has books decades old, otherwise known as bibliosmia. My cousin was then startled awake from a dream, and in comparison of our dreams, it turns out we had almost the same one. We decided that it was time for us to wake up at that point since sleep was no longer an option when our other cousin across the hall came into our room and asked us what was going on. Apparently, she was seeing the lights and hearing the loud noises as well. Her hair was sticking straight up on her neck, she said. The three of us gathered together to start preparing for the day and packing to go to our next town.

When the rest of the family woke up, we learned that everyone had experienced very similar things the night before – loud noises and strange smells. There were even footsteps heard in the empty parlor followed by the strong smell of a fire being set. Was it ghosts or just the consequence of sleeping in a castle hundreds of years old? I will let you decide, but mind you, this night was the night of the Spring Equinox when the veil separating us is quite thin. 

Into the Volcano

Have you ever thought to yourself “I should go into the magma chamber of a volcano”? If your answer to that question is “YES!”, then we should be friends. If your answer was “why would anyone want to do that”?, let me see if I can change your mind. 

My first big adventure trip after getting all my COVID-19 vaccines, was to Iceland. It had been on my list for a while to go and explore, and due to some lucky timing, I was able to score wicked cheap flights into Keflak last August. Thus, the adventure began.

My trip to Iceland was amazing, but the most unique thing I was able to do was travel into the magma chamber of a volcano called Þríhnúkagígur which translates to Three Peaks Crater. 

To begin this story, we need to go back to the 1970s when Árni B. Stefánsson became the first person to travel 400 feet down to the bottom of the volcano into the magma chamber. Thanks to Dr. Stefánsson, word of this breathtaking experience spread until a documentary about this volcano took place. To allow the documentary team to get down in the chamber, in a way to not destroy their equipment, an elevator was built. However, maybe not an elevator in the way that you are imagining. Picture an old German window cleaning box that you see in history class hanging from the side of a skyscraper. This is what was created for going into the volcano. 

The tour started with us hiking about an hour to the base camp where we warmed up with some cocoa and tea. Then we were outfitted with safety gear, which I do say I looked pretty cute in, and finished the hike up the external crater of the volcano. Once there, we crossed a small bridge to the elevator. The ride down was amazing! You got to literally see the colors of the volcano come to life – the brightness a sharp contrast to the dark fields of lava rock you see above ground. Our operator was really amazing and told us things to look at on the ride as well as when to hold one. Because unlike a typical elevator, our ride was not straight down. We had to shift on the cables, and at one point go up a bit on our side.

After a 7-minute journey into the center of the Earth, well maybe not quite that far, I finally reached the moment I had been waiting for – the magma chamber. It was incredible. There were colors of all shades of jewels painting the walls. Imagine being inside a geode that you cracked open on a hot summer day. 

I had 30 minutes to trek around the floor of the magma chamber, and it was at times quite challenging in itself. Unfortunately, the magma did not dissipate in a flat manner – as nature does, so there was some minor climbing to reach some of the parts. Which just adds to the charm in my opinion. 

Then I got back in the elevator, and let’s just say the operator on the ride up was ready to get us out because he zoomed us up. Then I walked back to base camp and was greeted with more hot cocoa and stew. It was the perfect thing to warm me up after the chilly journey within. 

If you are ever in Iceland and want something entirely unique, I recommend this activity. This is the only volcano in the world that you can venture into the magma chamber, so it really is one for the record books!

A History Lesson in Sicily

Growing up, every so often my mom would surprise my sister and I with a long weekend trip somewhere fabulous. She would justify taking us out of school for a day or two here and there to see “history in its truest form”. Her philosophy was that you could learn better experiencing something rather than just reading about it in a book. We would go to Kings Mountain to learn about its battle during the Revolutionary War, and to Savannah Georgia to see an antebellum city and learn about pluff mud (all you need to know is that it stinks). We learned all about the history of the American Colonies during multiple trips to the Outerbanks, and of course, we tried to decipher the mystery of the Lost Colony of Roanoke – this sparked quite a few debates during the ride back to the hotel. I always left those places feeling like I had just been transported to the past. I walked on the same path as those before me had, and I felt so connected to them because I stood where they stood. However, none of those experiences could have even begun to have prepared me for what it would feel like to walk among the ruins of Agrigento in in Sicily.

My family never takes the short route when we take trips – most of us get very distracted and the path from point A to B is never a straight line, but this has created some of my best memories. A clear example of that was our ride from Palermo to Pietraperzia – this ride took close to 10 times longer than it should have. Before we left the bed and breakfast, we made the decision that we would take the coastal route for two reasons. The first was we had a goal to stick our toes in all three bodies of water that surrounded Sicily, and this would take us via the Mediterranean. The second was my papa requested that we stop at Agrigento which I knew nothing about. They told me it had a site of ancient Greek ruins, so of course I immediately became interested. Little did I know exactly what was in store for this stop.

Driving into the Valle dei Templi of Agrigento, we saw the glimpse of one of the structures, and I hurried up the hill to get in line to buy tickets as I was fascinated by what I had caught a peep of. We started along the path and came to the Tempio di Giunone which was amazing. It still had most of the pillars still in-tact, and you could definitely see the boundaries of the temple.

Tempio di Giunone

Walking along the path we saw more bits and pieces here and there. Then I looked up and saw the most extraordinary structure I had ever seen. The Tempio della Concordia. This temple was massive and still looked like what I could only imagine it looked upon its creation in 440 BC. I stared at row after row of these incredibly formed pillars that so tall I had to tilt my head up to see where they began and where they ended.

Tempio della Concordia

After I took in the breathtaking structure, I turned to read the plaque that told me that is considered one of the best kept Greek temples in not only the Mediterranean, but the world.  I was standing in front of something that was the most notable in the whole world. This was an experience that I had never been through before. What is the protocol for seeing a UNESCO World Heritage Site? Do I act calm and collected like I am cultured enough to have felt this feeling before, or do I freely exhibit that my mind is fully blown standing in front of this temple. I finally decided that I would just stand in awe, but at least try to make my face look like this was not my first time seeing something of this calibar!

I stayed in front of that temple until I realized that my family had left me to keep on walking the path, so I hurried after them passing structure after structure that if could talk could tell enough stories that would make my school history book seem quaint. Coming from a culture that is always looking forward to tomorrow and what the best way to innovate is, it was refreshing and inspirational to take a look back into the very distant past. This stop is one that I will not soon forget.

Happy Travels!

-Kaitlin

How Serious is Siesta Time in Sicily?

Before going to Sicily, I read up on everything I could find about what to expect. From current fashion styles, most used phrases, to how to properly order your food. One thing that kept popping up was siesta time, and how Sicilians are serious about their afternoon siesta. Now keep in mind, I live in the land of 24 hour Harris Teeters and live a mile from a Sheetz that I can get mozzarella sticks and jalapeno poppers at two in the morning, so this concept of whole towns shutting down for hours at a time during the week day was literally a foreign concept to me. Surely this was a tall tale that Europeans tell Americans to create envy………..yeah no. They were serious, and I found out just how serious during a seemingly easy drive from Pietraperzia to Catania.

The drive was supposed to be a short one and a half to two-hour drive. However, if your family is like mine, you get very distracted on your travels. I mean how often are you in Sicily, so naturally we had to stop EVERYWHERE to take pictures and see the sights. That trip became much longer which led to us traveling during siesta time, and sure enough we all needed a bathroom break. We tried to find a bathroom for miles and miles. To the extent that we pulled over and the us cousins ran down the road to try to find anyone that could point us in the direction of a bathroom. It could be seen as a blessing that since Sicily was practically a ghost town at this point no one saw the crazy American women running down the road going “Dov’è un bagno!! Bagno!!!”. With no luck and time running out, if you know what I mean, we get back in the car and take off full speed ahead. Finally, and I promise you I heard angels singing in the heavens, we see a gas station that is open. We turn with a cloud of dust following us, hop out of the car before it was fully stopped, and ran for the bathroom. After much relief, we look around and see in true Sicilian fashion, the gas station had lots of cake and pastries for us to splurge on for the next part of the trip. I did opt out of a cappuccino to avoid this close call again!

We finally get to Catania and find our hotel; siesta time has now passed, so the streets are bustling with life. As we check in, the lady at the front desk begins to tell us the typical information you get when checking in; ie what time breakfast is, make sure you do not forget your key, and so on. She then proceeds to tell us that from 3-5pm everyday the front desk is closed for siesta time. My dad says, but what if we need something during that time. She slowly blinks and responds with “sir it is siesta time during those two hours, you should be partaking in siesta in your room”. It took everything I had in my tired body not to start laughing and fall over especially after our brush with siesta earlier that day. Needless to say, we made sure not to need anything during siesta time for the rest of our trip.

As comical as my first brush with siesta time was, I can totally see the appeal of having a break from life for a couple of hours in the afternoon.  3pm is usually when I start to fade at work and need to go workout or take a walk around the building. However, if you are ever traveling in a country that is home to avid siesta people, make sure you are not actively traveling during that time to avoid “close calls” so to say.

Happy Travels!

-Kaitlin

When Things Go Wrong in Germany

Have you ever said to yourself “that will never happen to me”?  I was one who never saw the need for travel insurance because nothing had ever gone wrong before. However, that all changed on one business trip to Munich. The company I work for has an office in Munich where the rest of my team physically sits, so we decided I would take a trip across the ocean and work face-to-face with them for a week. Having never been to Munich before, I was ecstatic to make the trip (especially since I flew first class which is a talk for another time!) even if I would be working most of the time. I arrived over the weekend and spent every waking second exploring the city. From getting accustomed to the U-bahn system to being mesmerized by the sights of Marienplatz, I loved everything I saw – especially the snow!!! I had yummy food and took lots of pictures despite the fact that it was -8 degrees Celsius most of the day.

The next couple of days went as planned with me meeting all my co-workers that I had not met yet all while squeezing in more sights of Munich.

The Tuesday of that week, my co-workers asked if I wanted to go play an ice sport with them called Eisstockschießen (hopefully this is the correct spelling?!?!). It is kind of like curling but without the brooms and forgive me as I try to explain what happened next since I do not know any of the technical terms for the game. The rules were explained to those of us who had never played before and the game began. Basically, there are two teams that try to get these large throwing stones as close to the puck on the other side of the ice as possible. We spent the night strategizing our plays and knocking the other teams stones out of the way all while cheering each other on. After every throw, you walk across the ice to the other side to wait for the next round. From that angle, you can see just how close your teammate got their stone (or in my case, just how far away).

However, this one throw I did perfect (or as the Bavarians say- SUPAH!). I got my stone right up next to the puck knocking the others out of the way. I was so excited and got lots of cheers from my team. Unfortunately, that is where my night took a turn. As I was walking across the ice, I lost my balance and fell down. Hard. A few people rushed over to see if I was okay, and I got up as quickly as possible and said yes while I took inventory of how my body felt. My wrist immediately started to swell, and I took my glove off to remove my watch. Seeing how much my wrist had already grown in the short amount of time scared me, so I tried to put my glove back on. Shooting pain shot up my arm, and I knew I was not okay. I turned to the co-worker that I am closest to there, and I told her just that. She and one other rushed me to the ER. Luckily, there was a small urgent care near the ice rink that only had one other person in front of me.              

To say that I was a complete wreck is an understatement. Not only was I in a lot of pain, I was incredibly embarrassed to have this happen in front of co-workers. No one ever wants to be that vulnerable in front of people they do not know that well. Finally, the doctor was ready for me, and things did not get any easier. The doctor was very gruff and did not speak that great of English, so luckily my co-worker was kind enough to translate. He was not impressed by my tears and kept telling me to stop crying which of course made me cry even more. After the x-rays, he sent me back to the other room so he could evaluate the scans. He then proceeds to yell from the other room that my wrist was broken which made my emotions even worse. After getting my wrist wrapped, I finally made it back to my hotel with instructions to come back the next morning for more evaluation and pain medications.

The rest of the trip did not go as planned as I was super upset having not only broken my wrist in a foreign country, but I was leaving for Hawaii in three weeks. You know an island that is surrounded with water that I had planned on swimming in. However, I was very grateful for the care that my co-worker provided me.

The trip home was hard given the fact that I was by myself, but there were a lot of very kind individuals who helped make my trip easier, as well as, all the staff in the Munich airport who went out of their way to make me comfortable. So, the next time you say “that will never happen to me”, remember my story and buy the travel insurance!

And yes- it has been 9 months since this happened, and I still get jokes about this experience from coworkers. I do not think I will ever live this down!


Happy Travels!

-Kaitlin

Finding Adventure in Your Own Backyard

Growing up in the mountains of North Carolina, I had the perfect spot to take a lot of day trips. My mom, sister, and I would go on hikes to the waterfalls of Hendersonville, go on bear watches in the mountains of Georgia, and visit nearby vineyards. There were so many options for a girl’s weekend that made us feel as if we were in another world. From the vast openness of the Linville Gorge Wilderness, to being instantly transported to Bavaria in the quirky town of Helen, Georgia. It was always so fun to take a couple of days and see more of the world around us.  

Now living in Raleigh, I am not super close to the mountains and the places I used to visit, but I still find lots of great and new places to visit. I love taking a morning and walking around one of the many museums we have or hiking at a nearby lake. However, my absolute favorite thing to do in the summer is go to the farmers market because I love getting my food as fresh and local as possible. The market also reminds me of the weeks I spent in Sicily. The people there go to the market and get their food for the day multiple times a week and everything is at peak freshness. The farmers market makes me feel almost like I am back in Sicily with everyone giving you samples of what they sell from juicy bright red strawberries to the creamy goodness of creamed honey.  

We get so caught up in planning the next big adventure across the country or across an ocean, that we forget that the places around us can be just as exciting. Even though I do not get to have as many out of the country trips as I would love too, I still try to find great experiences that are close and do not break the bank!

Here are my top 10 favorite things to around Raleigh:

  1. Go to the Farmers Market! (as I am sure you already guessed)
  2. Go Dancing with my Friends
  3. Go to the Ballet
  4. Hike around Lake Johnson
  5. Visit the museums
  6. Go to a Summer Music Festival
  7. Visit Videri Chocolate Factory Downtown
  8. Try new Restaurants
  9. Go to one of the many Festivals the City of Raleigh hosts (I recently had a blast at Brewgaloo)
  10. Read a book in the Azalea Garden

Happy Travels!

-Kaitlin

Why you should consider a Hostel or Backpacking Lodge

“Hi Greg”. “Hi Kyle”. “How was your night?”. These were the words that I started off with every day during my trip to Hawaii. Who is Greg and Kyle you may ask? Why the lizards who stayed in the backpacking cabin with us of course.

When I told people where I was staying during my time on Oahu’s North Shore, they had a very different reaction than I did. All they saw was a run-down building, with no AC, out dated décor, and lizards (as well as many chickens, one rooster, and a black cat) that had no problem sneaking in the door while we let the ocean breeze in. What did I see you may ask? I saw an opening to Hawaiian culture. Not only was the cabin cheap; it came with access to a secluded beach and a short walk from a food truck lot that provided early morning breakfast and late-night snacks- and even more chickens! This tiny cabin gave me the opportunity to have a more genuine visit to this magical island in the great Pacific. Why would I want to pay hundreds of dollars a night for a fancy resort in the city when I want to experience Hawaii – not room service.

Most people that I talk to are adamantly against staying in hostels and backpacking lodges. Everyone always says (even if they have never stayed in one), that they are dirty and make a vacation worse- this is not the type of establishment they would ever stay at. I beg to differ as this stereotype is far from the truth. I think they have the potential to make a vacation better. Staying in this type of place opens up so many opportunities. We had a perfect location where the majority of people around us were locals which created a more authentic trip. The location also provided an unobstructed view of the most majestic Hawaiian sunset with very few people around. Where else can you get the most beautiful sunset over the powerful ocean all while having a cat named Beyoncé (yes- he was as fierce as his namesake) prowl around with the rooster and chickens that loved to jump on the roof and wake up with two lizards in the common room?

A hostel or backpacking lodge to me should not be automatically dismissed for my adventures because it allows me not to be just a tourist- but to be immersed in the culture and feel like I belong in such a wonderful place even if it is only for a week.


Happy Travels!

-Kaitlin