Note: I wrote this in early February, but haven't had the guts to post it until now.
I suppose it started years ago. In the wee hours of the morning on my first day of my senior year of university—my first last day, as I cheekily updated my...
“This is the best place I’ve ever been!” I exclaimed as I floated blissfully in the Adriatic.
“Really?” My friend had a questioning look on her face. “You’ve been to how many countries in the past few years, and Croatia is your...
Even though I travel with a backpack, I hate looking like a backpacker—and nowhere more so than Europe, particularly among the effortlessly chic women in France. When I’m in a cosmopolitan city or a ritzy beach destination, I strive to not even look...
Darn it, I muttered to myself as I straightened my hair in the tiny Parisian apartment. I forgot my smoothing cream.
I had gone straightener-less for three months in Southeast Asia, embracing the laid-back backpacker culture and relative...
I always seem to be going on “my last big trip.” Nice was supposed to be six months of French and fun. Australia was a chance for international work experience. And then, well, Southeast Asia was so close and cheap that I couldn’t pass it up. My...