World Tour: The Blue Ears That Got Around.

I've been all around the world at this point. And it's been amazing. And while I did most of it solo, there was one thing (besides my passport) that I brought with me and documented on every trip...

My blue ears.

My friend J, from high school, sent them to me after I got back from Antarctica. She didn't intend for them to come with me on my trips. She was just sending them to me for fun. But I saw it as a great way to document each location I was in as I made my trek. So in the carry-on they went for every trip. I only forgot them once, when I went to South Africa. 

This is me in my apartment in Boston, right after I received them.

The first stop with them? The San Diego area, my new home. Specifically, Encinitas.

The first exotic location they went to... The Amazon jungle. I did not wear them while drinking the ayahuasca tea with the shamans, though. I thought it my trip out the other guests.

The Supertree Grove in Singapore.

The Monkey Forest in Bali!

The beach in Lombok.

In Perth, at the zoo. Check out the awesome face on that tiger!

In the Turks and Caicos... On the gorgeous beach!

In London.

In front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Third time to the city... Finally went up in the tower.

In the square in Bordeaux's city center.

Off the Grand Canal in Venice.

Florence.

In Cabo San Lucas!

On my way to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. 

At Checkpoint Charlie in Berlin.

In front of the arch in Madrid.

At one of my favorite places... La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.

On the fancy shopping streets in Geneva.

Off the Charles Bridge in Prague!

In front of the Parliament building in Vienna.

In front of Parliament in Budapest.

Outside the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul.

In the town of Oia, on Santorini island in Greece.

My final destination! Rome!

And a few of me in the other destinations, where I would have been wearing them if I'd had them.

After swimming in the thermal pools in Akureyri, Iceland. Just outside the Arctic Circle.

On the train to NYC, in early December.

In Ushuaia, Argentina. The very most southern point in the world, besides Antarctica. It was summertime there... But still in the low 50s.

New Year's Eve, celebrating on the ship to Antarctica. We were somewhere in the Drake Passage. This was just before midnight.

And South Africa! I forgot to bring them with me to Cape Town. This is me after having cage-dived with sharks. EXCITING!