Rookie Mistake: Bathing Edition

On the way to Tybee Island
On the way to Tybee Island

When I travel, I seem to become irrationally stubborn about spending money. On my first solo road trip to the East Coast I not only lived on cheese crackers and oranges, I refused to stay in a hotel. For someone who does not know many people in Savannah, GA, this meant I had to sleep in my car.
This sounded doable. The free spirits I know regularly sleep in their cars to cut down on travel costs, after all. However, it did not occur to me that this also meant I had to find an alternative way of bathing. I considered dunking my head under gas station sinks, but the condition of the gas station sinks I encountered was questionable. In my mind, the only option left was to bathe in the Atlantic Ocean upon arrival. Clearly.

First sightings of my bathtub
First sightings of my bathtub

For those of you who grew up in the proximity of a large body of salt water, this may sound absurd. As a native of the midwest, I thought this idea was magical. In all actuality the only thing I found magical was how voluminous the sea left my hair. Other than that, I felt dirtier than before I soaped and shampooed. In the waves.

Check out that volume
Check out that volume

I’m so happy no one I knew was around to witness my ridiculousness.


Pacific Cherries

While visiting Seattle for the second time, like most tourists, I found myself perusing the fresh produce and handmade products of Pike Place Market. There’s something about the samples that leaves me feeling a mixture of adventure and guilt. I love a free sample, but I am also notoriously cheap. Let’s be serious, I’m not about to buy a $10 package of uncooked chocolate spaghetti.

Pike’s Place Market

However when the woman of the Chukar Cherries booth gave me three free samples of their decadent chocolate covered cherries, my guilt outweighed my frugality. Especially after this poor woman answered all my questions about why she chose to live in Seattle. After a prolonged inner turmoil, I purchased a bag of the Truffle Cherries. And I did not regret it. A Bing cherry covered in milk chocolate with a layer of cocoa, the Truffle Cherry was the perfect post city exploring treat.

Chukar Cherry Truffle Cherries
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Depending on the size of your guilt complex, I would recommend stopping by for a free sample of your own.


Welcome to Mae Goes West! I have dreamed of creating my first blog for years, but I never found the time. Isn’t that how it goes with dreams? As it is a new year, I decided it would be a good time to start a blog that focuses on my adventures in traveling and other points of interest. Whether exploring a different country or a small town, I want to share my journey with other people.

Paulo Coelho wrote, “Travel is never a matter of money but of courage.” Here’s to embracing that courage.