Traveling with Co-workers. Spoiler Alert: It is awesome.

I write this on the verge of a complete and total collapse of the mind, body, and soul. In the best way possible.

Let's just say, I have returned safe and sound from YOLO Trip 2017, went right back into the thick of work this week, and have made it to Friday. #blessup

It is difficult to describe this trip in a short post... so I have decided to break it down over the next few installments by theme.

To start: let us focus on the takeaway lesson of friendship.

TBH (as the kids say/acronym today), going on a vacation with your coworkers SOUNDS like an absurd idea. People have to go on business trips and such with coworkers sometimes, I get that . . . but that is never by choice.

Back in the beginning, when I told people that I was going on a short vacation with my colleagues overseas, some of whom I had only known for 2 months... I got a lot of:

But you see... those people don't know the awesome humans I work with. They are smart, funny, savvy, hard workers, dreamers, and most importantly - doers. They are people who want to DO stuff. Go places. See things. Ask questions. And take pictures :) aka my kind of people.

And what I found was that when you take a person out of their place of work, add a couple thousand miles between them and home, stir in some setbacks and laughs, and let marinate for four days - then you've got yourself a true friendship. Not just a "hey-how-was-your-weekend-cool-sounds-great" friendship, but a hey-how-was-your-weekend-wait-don't-tell-me-listen-to-my-weekend-story-first-because-it-is-more-exciting-and-we-are-on-that-level-that-I-can-be-real kinda friendship.

AKA - an honest friendship.

Long story short: I love the people I traveled with. We have already decided on our trip for next year: Iceland.

**commence planning**

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So what is the purpose of this very general post, you ask, my dear reader? Well, for those who are lacking a friendship at work and truly want one, to you, I say: go travel for a long weekend with them. You will either be BFFs by the end, or you'll be packing up your office in a box on Monday because it was the worst weekend of your life and you can't bear to live another second with your colleagues because of the horrendous time you had. In fact, you've already put in for a name change and are now on the wait-list of the witness protection program.....

...Or, if you're lucky, like me... you will be reflecting / reliving all the great memories and looking forward to the next batch!

Until the next Barcelona installment,

SkÅL xx