After our London layover, we had an overnight in the Venice airport and then on to Barcelona. Our cousins were in Europe at the same time we were, mainly to tour Scotland and Ireland, but we decided to meet up in Barcelona for a day!

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We were there during Catalonia’s referendum to succeed from Spain, so there was a pretty heavy police presence, some demonstrations, and lots of people out voting.

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Dan and I rented a car and drove from Barcelona to Espot to do some hiking at Aigüestortes i Estany de Sant Maurici National Park. The drive there was beautiful.

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We stayed at a hostel in the town run by an elderly Spanish couple.

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The park was gorgeous. We spent the whole day hiking.

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Because of the revolution going on, almost all of the roads going back into Barcelona were closed, so we had to keep taking detours. It wasn’t all bad though…

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We spent our last night in Spain in Sitges, a costal town right outside of Barcelona. We could see the ocean from our room, and we ate dinner at a restaurant overlooking the coast.

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London Layover

MKW_20170928MKW_9046© Meagan WanschuraI *love* London. I think it’s the fact that there’s history at every turn and I can understand the language. Or maybe it’s the bright Union Jack flying everywhere, the double decker busses, and the bright red telephone booths on every corner. Or because I grew up loving Sherlock Holmes and C.S. Lewis. Whatever the reason, I was so excited that when Dan and I booked flights to Europe for last fall, our itineraries had us meeting up in London with a seven hour layover. My flight was delayed (story of my life last year), so it ended up being more like a five hour layover, but we packed some of our favorite London sights in.

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Krabi, Thailand

After we finished our media project at House of Grace, most of us (*ahem, Andrew and Abby*), flew to the coast for a few days to unwind and hang out before we parted ways. We ended up staying on an island about 2 hours outside of Krabi, in a fabulous Airbnb rental. We rented bikes to get around, ate amazing food, rode elephants, and took a boat ride to an outlying island for a day.

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California Dreaming

So, I’m obviously reeeealllly behind on blogging. This trip happened almost a year ago now. Last January, my friend Lydia and I decided to escape winter and hang out with some friends in California. Escape winter we did. The sunshine and sea air were surpassed only by the company we enjoyed.

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La Jolla will always be a favorite place to watch a sun set

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After we left San Diego, we rented a car to drive up to LA. When we got to the rental agency, they told us they only had sports cars left. What are you going to do?

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LA traffic is everything people make it out to be. We probably spent half our time in the car, but we saw some pretty cool sights along the way.

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The Before Project: Thailand 2017


I promised myself that before I left for Ecuador I would write about Thailand. Well here I am, leaving the country tomorrow, and I’m still don’t feel like I have the right words…

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Maybe it’s the Midwesterner in me. Every winter we wait. Through long, cold, dark days. And every spring it comes. Budding trees, grass shooting through barren ground, the sun once again shows its face. A yearly resurrection.

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Redemption. It never gets old. I think that’s why House of Grace holds such a special place in my heart. In the mountains of northern Thailand, you can see it playing out before your eyes; this beautiful redemption story.

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My first time at House of Grace we focused on telling their story. And what a grand story it is. That trip we spent nearly all of our time in Thailand inside the secure boundaries of House of Grace.

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This time was different. Our purpose in going back was to show people what the girls at House of Grace are being saved from. Less than 24 hours after landing in Thailand, I found myself walking the streets of Bangkok’s red light district. It is a sensory barrage. Noisy, humid, flashing lights, club managers approaching the guys in our group trying to sell services. If you were a casual observer strolling through, you might think that everyone there was having a good time. The girls lined up outside the clubs were friendly, smiling, flirting with the scores of men walking by. But we weren’t there to casually observe. We sat down at a table outside one of the clubs and watched carefully. I saw how the girls would engage men walking by. How they would giggle, and grab their arms. And then I saw their faces after they were done interacting. I watched the smile immediately fade. I saw hurt, despair, and rejection. I saw fourteen or fifteen year old girls sitting at tables with old men. I saw a little girl, no more than seven or eight years old begging right around the corner from the red light district. I wanted to scoop them up and run away as far and fast as possible. But I couldn’t. I could only bear witness to their stories. We spent three nights walking those streets, and what I saw was haunting. I can’t imagine living it day in and day out, with no hope of anything changing.

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Our team was exhausted when we left Bangkok. Emotionally, physically, mentally spent. Someone asked me how I dealt with seeing the darkness of the red light district. To be honest, I don’t know that it’s something you “get over” seeing. I wrote a little bit about that side of things here, but truthfully, I don’t know how I would have coped with what I saw in Bangkok if we hadn’t gone to House of Grace right after. Sometimes it takes the darkness to realize just how beautiful the light is.

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Grace. Redemption. Love. Beauty. Light. Laughter. Life. When I think of House of Grace, that’s what I think of. You see it on the faces of the girls as they worship. You hear it in their giggles as they play games in the courtyard. You see it in quiet moments when an older girl takes a little girl by the hand. It’s as refreshing as the clean mountain air. Ask anyone who has been there. I can guarantee you that they won’t stop using the words “love” and “joy”. It’s one of those rare places that you can walk into for the first time and immediately feel at home. These girls will take all the love that you can give them, but you don’t leave feeling drained. You leave filled, because love is brimming to the top in this place, and if you stick around for just a little while, it will spill over, and your life will be changed.

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My Thailand adventure could be summed up a hundred different ways. I could talk about driving to mountain villages in the back of a pick up truck or racing (literally) through Bangkok on tuk tuks. I could talk about the amazing food we ate there – believe me, there was load of it – from mango sticky rice to Pad Thai, to milkshakes from Chus, to cheese nan, and just about everything in-between. There were rooftop pools, and $12 massages. There were team brain storm sessions, times we all wanted to pull our hair out, bubble tea breaks, and so, so much more.

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But I think that for our team, Thailand will always be about the little girls. The ones that don’t have to beg on street corners, or engage men outside of nightclubs. The ones who are safe and loved. The ones who are free to be little girls. Who can throw their heads back and laugh, because they are care-free and innocent. Those little girls who are growing up with big destinies.

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And finally, to the team I was lucky enough to call mine, there are no words. I can’t thank you enough for the hours of hard work you put into this project. Each of you poured your souls into your work, and it was a beautiful thing to watch. For the sweat, the tears, the laughter. The inside jokes and photoshop jobs. For the deep conversations and knowing when to keep things light – thank you guys. There’s nobody else I’d ask to go halfway around the world to tackle a project like this with. Keep being crazy enough to think you can change the world – because you can.

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Michigan: Take Two

In mid-October, I flew out to see Dan for a weekend. It was the first time I visited him by myself, and we had a great time exploring together.

Dan just got a new apartment, and he was looking for some plants to put it in, so we visited this super cute little greenhouse. Oh, and that poster? I really, really thought about buying it, but resisted the urge. Guess what he brought home for my birthday?


We hunted for some fall colors. The Michigan landscape did not disappoint.



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Lake Michigan: Camping Trip

lake-michiganRight after Ecuador, my family took a road trip out to Michigan to camp with Dan. Here are a few of the weekend’s highlights.

Almost there!


Dirty feet at the end of a summer day means the day was a success. And pop and blow pops are the result of going to the gas station with Uncle Danny.

When you’re camping, but Michael Phelps is swimming in his last olympics…

They sure love Uncle Danny time


“Hobbit Houses”


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Throwback Thursday: Europe 2014

Europe Throwback
Two years ago today I was walking around Paris taking in all the sites the city would offer (and eating a pastry at every corner). My brother Dan and I had talked about going to Europe for years, and we finally decided to just do it. It was a good choice. The other day, I was doing some cleaning, and I came across a stack of postcards I had bought during our trip. I saw this great idea on Pinterest, to buy a postcard for everyday, and then write what you did that day on the back of it. I actually did it for most of the trip, and I’m so glad to have those memories to look back on! Enjoy a quick little recap of our trip across the pond!

We arrived in London late in the evening, and early the next morning, we took a train to Bath for a few days.

London was everything I imagined it would be. Everything is so old, the architecture is amazing, and there is so much color everywhere!

I’m so glad that we brought this photo of my grandparents with us and recreated it.


We took a quick day trip to Windsor and Oxford to see the castle and Tolkien’s home, respectively. We also ate dinner at the Eagle and the Child, which is where Tolkien and C.S. Lewis met to write.

221 B. Baker Street. I’m pretty sure it was all the Sherlock Holmes that we watched growing up that created the desire to go to London.


After England, we took the train to France for a whirlwind day and a half in Paris, and then to the Normandy Coast to see Omaha Beach.



Bayeux, France was one of my favorite stops on the trip. The allies liberated this little town after D-Day, and they have never forgotten.


After France, it was on to Iceland to finish out the trip. There is a harsh, rugged beauty about this country that is captivating.