Ana Raab


In the summer of 2016, I traveled completely on my own for the very first time. Over the course of seven weeks, I wandered through Scandinavia exploring the Swedish heritage of my grandmother, made my way to Berlin by train, explored the stark beauty of Iceland and endeavored to discover a small piece of myself along the way (while doing my best to pronounce words like "Siglufjörður!").

Follow my past and future travels here.

Me Time

In the spirit of honesty, and because I'm fairly certain the only person reading this blog is my mom (hey mom!), today has been an especially lonely-feeling day. Having left the hostel in Stockholm that had strangely started feeling like home after six days, followed by five hours of train travel, I arrived in the center of Copenhagen with an unexpected pang of loneliness I hadn't anticipated. Perhaps the feeling sprung from the fact that I've hit the two-week mark, a travel threshold I've never surpassed before - so in a way, when I packed my bags this morning in Stockholm, a small corner of my brain assumed we were homeward bound. But I think once I've adjusted to the new sights, sounds, and smells of Copenhagen (and hopefully met a few new friends in the hostel!), I'll settle in. Snapped this photo as I found my way from the train station to hostel, bags in hand, feeling particularly alone...took a moment to stop & admire the setting sun reflected against glass. As they say, it's the little things.