About The Roaming Bean (109 Articles)
You're probably wondering what the heck is a "Roaming Bean"... Given that I am clearly not a Bean, and my name is Jen, what gives with this Bean thing, right? A friend of mine called me JenBean as a child, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it really stuck... even my license plate says Jenbean. And seeing as I have this grand lust to wander the world, The Roaming Bean seemed suitable.
I've changed my career path more times than I have my underwear (minus all the times I've gone commando).... from animating, to forensic pathology, to international business, to fashion marketing and even to my wonderful and favorite of the bunch, degree in culinary arts, nothing kept my attention. Nothing was fun enough to do every day for the rest of my life. I mean, even though I cooked for celebrities in the heart of Hollywood, CA, why the hell would I want to sweat my ass off in a ridiculously HOT kitchen for most of the day and go home smelling like beef and onions? And the chef hat?? Do you know what that did to my hair?? Enter traveling....
The rainy day I descended down the tower of Notre Dame in Paris, gripping on to the railing for dear life so not to slip and tumble to an early death from the torrential down pour that was causing a small flood in the stairwell, my life changed. When I safely made it to the ground, legs shaky from an apparent lack of fitness it requires to walk up and down 387 steep stairs, I realized my hands were stained a delightful copper color from the rusted hand rail I had so dearly clung to. Desperate to get the icky stuff off my supple hands, and no running water in sight, I did what any other hopeless idiot would have done: I washed my hands in the nearest Parisian gutter. It was that moment that changed my life... I threw away my hair dryer, my rolling luggage and my dignity. I let my hair go natural, I bought a back pack and I CAMPED through Europe for a month and a half. Yes my friends, I crossed over into a savage traveling beast.
Ok, a lot of people travel that way. But I didn't. And I'm so incredibly thankful for that rainy day in Paris that made me realize the world is a pretty sweet place. That realization led me on a quest; a quest to get out there, see things, soak up some local culture and eat my way around the world (with minimal food-related illnesses, such as but not limited to raging diarrhea).
The Roaming Bean 
I JUST CANT BELIEVE THE BEAUTY AND THE COLORS, MAGNIFICENT
It’s like stepping into another world. It’s such a small island that its practical silent! Definitely a nice break from the noise of a city!
Funny how internet varies around the world. In New Zealand, slow and expensive (I think the packets are transported by trained kiwis), but in Southeast Asia, free and blazingly fast. Go figure. Looking forward to more pictures. 🙂
And the thing is that Wifi is everywhere here, it’s just super slow. The posts I have done took me over 2 hours each, and I just couldn’t sit there and wait 20+ minutes for one picture to upload. But I seem to have fantastic Wifi here at Generator Hostel in Dublin, so I should be good to post away!
At least your hostel is far away from Merrion Square! LOL I can only imagine what your tour guides at Shamrocker would have thought of my Ireland experience…
Merrion Square was the one place I didn’t visit. Maybe next time!….
The pictures are beautiful!
If you are anything like me, you will be having withdrawal symptoms with the lack of internet speed!
Yep! It took me 2 hours to blog a post that would have taken 10 minutes.