Austria has always been a place that I’ve never gotten sick of. A place where every trip brings forth new memories and thought-provoking experiences, starting from the young age of seven. As a seven year old, I felt unimpressed by the long flight, blisteringly cold weather and a lack of communication with my family, not being fluent in Serbian at the time and still struggling daily. I did, however, appreciate the beauty that is the Schonnbrun Palace and it’s beautiful gardens. Of course, a seven year old does not care for the history of the beautiful palace that began her love for travelling, but understands that memories were formed and individuals were raised in such a magnificent location – something I could never see myself experiencing as young adult in the middle class. However, the Schonnbrun Palace is for another post, followed by many pictures featuring yours truly – an inexperienced and slightly anxious tourist.

Travelling without parents really opens your eyes to the challenge of choosing what to spend your money on. Particularly clothing. And accessories. And Christmas gifts – all of the Christmas gifts! And it’s difficult! It’s hard to condition yourself to not buy every single thing you see and adore, especially since you kind of have a weight limit for your flight home (whoops). But European fashion has always been an aspect of travel that has never failed me, knowing that every trip will bring me new clothing, and what an exciting thought that is.

You also realise that language and dialects are so different – the difference in the obvious harsh sounds of the German language and the softer nature of the English language. Personally, the thought of exploring an unfamiliar place where the main language spoken is anything other than English petrifies me, leading me to think that somehow I’ll be stuck in the country forever, never making it home due to some language barrier. It’s ridiculous, I am aware, my sister has made sure that I know I’m a stress head and overreacting potato – however, my shopping experience has led me to the conclusion that I am indeed am overreacting potato and that many of the people that helped me today spoke English. And it is through exploring and through identifying what scares you the most about travelling that you slowly overcome your fear of the world, your fear of the unknown, and your fear that no one will understand you, because they most likely will. You just won’t know if you don’t try.