everywhere has a story to tell
Hey! I’ve recently collaborated with Wendy, the author of this guest post. She asked me to write up something for her post on advice for our younger selves before that first big trip abroad. In exchange, she’s shared this helpful information about moving abroad. Thinking […]
Grief is something that changes us, changes the way we travel. It isn’t something to try and escape, though. It’s just part of the journey.
I think it must be a special kind of hell to have a traveling daughter. Thank you, Mom, for letting me do this crazy thing I love.
First things first, while these Italian drinks are definitely alcoholic and you can get drunk off them, that’s not what they’re for. They’re for digestion. I know, sexy, right?
I love the idea of an award given between bloggers as a virtual pat on the back. Validation always feels good and it’s sometimes hard to come by as a blogger. Especially just starting out.
There were people lining every hallway, sleeping on the ground. It looked like a bomb shelter. The lines to the customer service counters were 300-400 people long, in every terminal. No one was getting through via the customer service phone lines. Planes were sitting empty at the gates, no crew available to fly them. Chaos.