There is a motto backpackers have when traveling the world: Always say yes. Always. Typically, I try to adhere to this as much as possible. Of course, the one time [...]
The women surrounding us on the beach had one thing in common: they were missing their swimmer tops. And not the least bit shy about walking, running, jumping in the [...]
I have never been a foodie. I am too picky of an eater to really go all out and sample delicacies the world over. If you asked me a year [...]
Formula One Grand Prix. If you asked me my thoughts on it before I left for Europe, I would have looked at yourÂ blankly and mumbled something about it being [...]
“OK,” I breathed. “Follow my lead. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Awww, shit.” Isabelle (one of the writers on #blogtripf1 and my new and amazing friend) [...]
Benidorm. A city with towering hotels stacked 60 floors high above the multi-colored umbrellas lining the beaches which are packed with people. If you are familiar with Benidorm at all, [...]
I was so happy to leave Morocco. Partly because being there was exhausting as a single female traveler, but mostly because I was headed to the Land of Valencia for [...]
I’ve spent some time now in Morocco and Turkey, two places where the prices you see/hear are merely suggestions. If you are feeling unadventurous, go ahead and pay the ridiculously [...]
The cluster of red flowers lay wilted on the table next to the bed, a silent testament to the evening that was. I rolled over, looking at the flowers for [...]
“D!!” I could her Abbey calling my name, but couldn’t see her. “D!!” I looked past the bus, across the street where a red Volkswagen van parked on a bed [...]
I am not an Aussie.
I cannot even try to pretend I am an Aussie.
When I try to be an Aussie, bad things happen ... like shots of Jager getting poured directly from the bottle into my mouth.
Covered in sunscreen (SPF 30) and armed with my book and a sheet to layout, I headed to the beach. The sky looked a bit threatening that morning … teetering [...]
The last few days in Merida, I began to feel sick. I couldn’t breathe well, I had that sexy throat-y voice and a cough. A miserable cough that would keep [...]
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