It's the end of 2019! Already! Holy shit, 2020 is upon us. Honestly, I traveled a lot in 2019, but not a lot recently. If that makes sense. It is most likely because I traveled a bunch at the beginning of
Thanksgiving is upon us! If you don't live in the United States, this means nothing to you, but for all you Americans, this means you likely have Thursday off and if you're really lucky you also have Friday off. But it
I came on here, all excited to write about how I killed 5 hours in Istanbul International Airport last year while on my layover to Budapest. I recently watched a video by YouTuber and traveler Christine Kaaloa about Turkish Airlines
Group travel is so romanticized. Including by me. For starters, I said one of my favorite parts of my birthright trip earlier this year was the people I met. And they were all going to be my new family and we'd
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