I’m a recent long-term student who has been traveling the world for the past 7 years. My name is Denise, but as I was called Dennis in school, I still turn around when I hear it, haha.
I’ve studied English and Geography in Heidelberg, Germany and though I’ve done that for ten years I finally finished my Masters Degree in teaching. I applied to schools around the world and Brazil was the first to answer. I am currently living in São Paulo to teach English in a private High School. In my free time I travel as much as I can. Though I love my job, I figured that it was time for something new and decided to stop working there by December 2018. I I have no idea where life will take me after that…
Most likely I am the most chaotic traveler you will ever meet. When I travel I do not plan anything in advance, I book the ticket and off I go. I get lost a LOT, but luckily I somehow always end up where I need to be. My memory is like a sieve. If I don’t write things down or record them I am most likely to forget them.
This is why I write. This is why my GoPro has basically grown onto my right arm. This is why I’ve kept a diary for every single travel for the past 7 years.
I lost my memory once while riding Downhill. I recovered, but one thing that stayed is the inability to tell which month I am in. Seriously if you would tell me right now “For February it is pretty hot” I would not question it at all and just nod in blind consent. Adding to that my attention span is so terribly bad I can barely listen to any word after 10 minutes, but I will most likely perfectly mirror the mimics and appear to be taking all in. I am the female version of the Scrubs guy.
Hahaha, well the whole thing is actually not too bad. Having fallen on my head (quoting my uncle who is pretty sure I’ve hit my head looong before that accident) I got much more intuitive, which is very useful for a female solo traveler.
“Do you know where you are?”
“I was just in Bali and now I am in a German hospital? This does not make any sense”
Mom, who is that weird guy in the corner staring at me?
“You don’t remember?”. No, I don’t. Neither do I remember that I have just recently won a trip to Thailand that starts in about 2 weeks. “Who wins a trip to Thailand- this is not real”, I keep repeating.
Looking back now, 6 years later. Nothing seems to be real in my life. The weirdest things keep happening to me and luck just keeps following. Maybe it’s my mindset, maybe its my bad memory that helps me keep mostly those things in my mind that make me happy.
I just feel places and situations. If it feels wrong I walk away- if it feels good I stay. And this is how I travel. This is how I live.