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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 your blankly and mumbled something about it being [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
When an editor e-mailed me waaaaay back in February about VaughanTown, and I applied and was accepted to a program, I never, ever imagined how greatly it would change the [...]
I’m not the bravest girl in the world. YES, I am traveling alone, and YES, that is brave. But, I am not brave. For instance, I will NEVER jump out [...]
Nearly six weeks after my initial trip into Extremadura, I was at it again. This time, the bus was replaced by a nice four-door sedan, and the 20 Anglos were [...]
I stood in the back office of the pharmacy off of Francisco Silvela, arm sleeved rolled up, fist clenched. "No me gusto," I said to the pharmacy technician as she prepared removed the shot from its white box. "Si," she said, sympathizing ...
I stood in Anthony’s bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. Same jeans. Same gray T-shirt from Target with doves flying on it. Same old gray fleece. Same hiking shoes. [...]
I traded rainy and cold Belgium for sunny and magnificent Spain around noon the day after leaving Amsterdam (about the same time I regained my sanity). Only, when I arrived [...]
