Part of why I love to travel is because I love learning about different cities and cultures, but I also love learning about the people who lived in those cities. This would include Elvis Presley. I realized after I saw Zombieland Doubletap
Hello, fellow wanderlusters! I went to Reykjavik last June, a month or so after I got laid off from the job that I'd had for over two years. (It was for the best, really.) As I've said before, I'm usually not
So, it's no secret: I'm in a relationship. As I'm sure many of you reading this as are. (Though if you're not, don't fret: I'm of the opinion that it's awesome to be single. It's self-care all the time and
About two years ago I dragged a good friend around the village to houses and sites that are supposedly haunted after binging the Bowery Boys’ Halloween episodes. If you haven’t heard of the Bowery Boys podcast, you should definitely go give
I know Poland has some political issues lately. But everytime someone asks me where they should travel solo to after I’ve said Budapest, I always turn my focus to Poland. Every single Polish person I met was so nice while I
This is the story of the worst vacation ever. Today is also the anniversary of the last day of that vacation. Every summer from the time I was seven years old until I was eleven years old, my best friend Amy
Shockingly, I haven't been traveling since the last time I wrote. I wish that were the reason for my radio silence, but alas, it isn't. I've been working with a life coach who has turned into a writing coach and we're
Happy Friday! This post is inspired by my recent viewing of Spider-man: Far From Home. I can't remember anything about the plot, for the most part (all superhero movies blend together and are pretty much forgettable to me), but I do
When I made plans to go to Tennessee in April, I knew I'd be going to the National Civil Rights Museum for sure. I don't know how you can visit Memphis in today's day and age and NOT visit the National Civil Rights Museum. Not with this political environment (if you're on the right side, and yes, there is a clear right side to be on nowadays). On my first day in Memphis, I took a long walk down Main Street, which my hotel was directly off of, which turns into South Main Street somewhere right before you get to the National Civil Rights Museum. Once I saw how close my hotel was to it, I made the executive decision to go there first thing the next morning at 9am when they opened.
No sleep for the traveler, as they say.
I woke up extra early the next day and wandered down Main Street, grabbing a coffee and snapping photos on my way. I photographed all of the exhibits in the South Main Arts District walk that I could find and made my way to the Lorraine Hotel that houses the museum and saw tons of school-aged children meandering around, waiting for it to open. It opened within minutes of my arrival and I purchased a ticket and started my exploration.
The Lorraine Hotel is historic because it's where Martin Luther King Jr. was staying when he was assassinated on April 4th, 1968. It was almost torn down completely in the years following after it had financial problems, but thanks to a local non-profit, it was saved in 1982 and converted into the National Civil Rights Museum that it is today.
It's that time of year again. I'm doing something completely out of character and going to the Catskills in Upstate New York for a weekend of yoga, chicken & cat friends, and relaxation. For my fourth summer in a row, I'll