“It hurts to be beautiful,” my mother told me as I squirmed the first time she plucked my eyebrows. That’s the beauty mantra I’ve grown up with: anything deemed comfortable automatically makes me suspicious. I don’t believe in “travel clothes” and...
A sense of calm overcomes me as I dip my fingers into the basin, and make the sign of the cross before kneeling in front of the altar and reciting the Lord’s Prayer.
I’m not Catholic, and I’m not particularly religious. But I do believe that...
I get a little uncomfortable when people tell me they’re jealous of my life or that they’re really impressed by what I’m doing: as far as I'm concerned, all I'm doing is living life, no matter where in the world I happen to be.
I’m very happy...
At a dinner with other travel bloggers and long-term travelers in Chiang Mai, someone asked what we all disliked most about home. Complaints flew about the bleak weather, the loud politics, the close-minded attitudes.
I sat silent, instead...
Over the past four months, I’ve been to 14 different beachside destinations*, swam in 10 different bodies of water**, gotten sunburnt twice and napped in countless hammocks.
My Instagram feed is a continuous loop of palm trees, ocean sunsets...