I’ve never posted anything that ever discussed the dangers of traveling, mostly because (knock on wood) nothing significant has ever happened to me. I’ve been incredibly lucky. Before I traveled to Europe for the first time, I spent hours upon hours reading about scams, tourists getting pick-pocketed, and violent robberies in many of the cities … Continue reading »
A lot of my friends are wary about staying in hostels. Some tell me about the movie “Hostel,” some are afraid of having their things stolen, and most just value their privacy. But it also doesn’t help that I tell them ALL of my hostel experiences. When you’re staying with complete strangers, weird things are … Continue reading »
So recently I had a meltdown and bought a ticket to Spain, and since then I’ve been in such a better state of mind. Part of it is finally falling into a groove with student teaching (despite having snowballs thrown at me by 8th graders), but part of it is knowing that I have this … Continue reading »
…Let me start from the beginning. On Friday I came home after a stressful week and the first thing I did was look at plane tickets to Spain. I’ve already whined on here about how much I miss traveling. I had been tracking those tickets for months, but the more miserable I got, the more … Continue reading »
It will haunt you. Recently, when the lesson I’m teaching crashes and burns, or when Nemo (cutest snowstorm ever) dumps a foot of snow on everything, or when I’m babysitting a screaming toddler, or sometimes randomly when I’m driving or getting coffee, I’ll find myself thinking about Spain. Or Greece, or Turkey, or Portugal–anywhere. But … Continue reading »
Okay, so Ibiza is pretty awesome. EXPENSIVE, but awesome. Club culture is pretty much ever-present here. Your plane lands and you’re immediately given a bag full of promotional material about Pacha, Amnesia, Space, and all the other major clubs. There’s house music playing everywhere, like a constant theme song. On the beach, you’re approached by … Continue reading »
This post is a sequel to this one, which talked about why my first trip started off terribly and I ended up running around Heathrow, bawling. Considering everything that happened, I was a little nervous to leave for the second time around. Okay, I’ll admit: it didn’t start off great. The worst time to get … Continue reading »
