I last blogged in here a year ago before I left for what I thought would be a six month backpacking trip all across South America. It didn’t work out like I had planned. I ended up spending a month and a half in Buenos Aires and five and a half months in Brazil, the … Continue reading
I was halfway through my first backpacking trip when I met my first real long-term traveler, an Australian (of course) in his mid- to late-twenties. We made small talk, which (of course) started out with, “How long are you traveling for?” “A year,” he said. I was floored—I had heard of people traveling this long, … Continue reading
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
…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 AS SHIT, 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 … 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
