It’s no secret that I hate flying, and that’s something I’ve done quite a bit of lately. I was recently on my way to Indianapolis for Thanksgiving, and I was excited when my seat got upgraded. Free drinks and extra leg room make any flight better. I was happy to have an aisle seat, and … More Airplane Etiquette
I’m leaving the country tomorrow, and for some reason, I am bizarrely calm and well-prepared for it. If you know anything about me, you likely know a few days before a trip I start to completely lose my shit. There is a fear of the unknown that is always lurking right around the corner. Thoughts … More Smooth Sailing
I was starving and the thought of making a reservation never crossed my mind as I’m really not that great at planning my life out. So when my friend and I got rejected with hour plus waits at every restaurant we walked up to once we were already starving, I told her we needed to … More The Revenge of the Po’ Boy
“I’ve made a huge mistake,” I thought to myself as I walked into my hotel room in New Orleans only to find earplugs on the nightstand with a note warning me that things get loud. The thought of not being able to catch up on sleep after a 7 hour flight while my stomach grumbled … More Beignets and Birthdays
On occasion something happens that really forces me to take a step back and evaluate where I’m at in life. I had one of those moments last week–a “come to Jesus” moment if you will. Nothing makes me genuinely have to reassess my life choices like having to do laundry for the sole purpose of … More Resting Grinch Face
I say it all of the time, but I really do hate flying. I hit a moment of terror before jetting off on my trip to Australia where I got scared shitless and my heart started racing and I had to talk myself down. It isn’t the fear of the unknown either. I was excited … More 13 Hours
When I left Australia 7 years ago, to say I was devastated was an understatement. I’m not a crier, but I publicly sobbed like a child on the way to the airport after saying goodbye to the people who had become like family to me during my short stint living there. The whole flight back … More The Seven Year Itch
As I lugged my carry on bag through the airplane and watched the woman in front of me take the last overhead bin space above me, I rolled my eyes and swore under my breath, accidentally gaining the attention of the stewardess standing next to me. I recently took a quick trip to Indianapolis to … More First Class in the Back
We drove down the dusty Havana back roads and arrived at our casa particular. It’s basically a home stay situation where you occupy a room in the residence of a local Cuban rather than a hotel. It’s cheaper, it’s more authentic, and I felt good supporting local people rather than a hotel. Our host, Gerardo, … More BYOTP–Cuba Part 2
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