Adulting is the sweetest con. We have bills, deadlines, responsibilities, bad hair, diets, politics…the list seems never-ending and always suffering. There was a time when none of these things mattered. When the only pending deadline was bedtime and a storybook. A time when we fought with wooden swords as pirates and princesses with animal crackers and apple juice in tow.
Now, as those memories blur, we escape these demands and nuances by traveling. We travel to explore, to grow our minds, and to enrich our lives. We travel for that much-needed break from the grind and to fill our wander lusting heart’s desires.
We travel to keep dreaming and, we dream so we can believe that all the shit we take as adults is for a purpose.
“Growing up isn’t simply getting old, growing up is when you don’t believe anymore.”
― J.M. Barrie
Becoming the “Fairytale Traveler” was not a transition that was made overnight but it was a natural one. The creation of this travel blog came from a very personal part of me. I have always dreamed of fairy tales and castles in the clouds, and the idea of abandoning those dreams in my adult life seemed so unfair.
So, I set out on a mission to research all of the fairy tales that grew my heart, crafted my imagination, and taught me how to dream. I documented all of the places related to the famous works of fairy tale writers. This was the beginning of my fantastic journey to becoming a “Fairytale Traveler.”
It wasn’t long before my curiosity led me to understand that there is a whole layer of mythology and folklore dating back hundreds to thousands of years that anchor these fantastic storybook journeys that we took as children.
Sourcing destinations and places related to folklore, legend, and mythology allowed me to appreciate culture in a way I had never done before. It created a deep connection, deep, deep inside the caves of my heart, where a tiny light was still glowing from my childhood dreams. It was that connection that created a mission to uncover these magical places.