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A Relationship Wilderness Test


My husband and I are spending our first year of marriage traveling the world.  A twelve-month honeymoon, of sorts…

Taking a trip like this with another person means you have to trust and love them – even when their breath smells and their underwear is dirty. Because you have been on a bus for 30 hours together and are covered head to toe in bug bites, you realize that the superficial stuff just doesn’t matter. You find yourself balancing perilously above a roadside toilet and suddenly having the door shut seems low priority. You will find that you both have dirty fingernails but are still holding hands. Continue reading


What Are You Packing?


I made a crucial mistake when planning to travel abroad for a year. FIND OUT WHAT – AFTER THE JUMP!


Head to the Beach!

Girls on Surfboards

If you’re anything like everyone else on the planet, you don’t enjoy getting dumped – especially when you moved all the way to Mexico for your boyfriend. But even more depressing is staying home in “Dumpsville”, wallowing in Ben & Jerry’s (and self pity) and watching Pretty Woman. What happened to being a strong independent woman?  I need Kelly Clarkson to tell me where can I find her again.

The honest answer is you probably won’t find her at home, moping around in your boyfriend’s old t-shirts surrounded by the artifacts of your relationship. Instead, get out of town for a few days – change your underwear and change the scenery.  No one can say you don’t deserve a getaway!

I certainly needed one after my recent break-up, and what better place to distract myself from all the tears in my beer than at the beach.  It is almost impossible to be unhappy when you’re covered in Hawaiian Tropic.  Here are a few other reasons why you should celebrate your single status at the beach: AFTER THE JUMP!


Easy on the Eyes

Roerich - NY State of Unwind

What do you get when a Russian, a mystic, and an artist walk into a room? - Find out after the jump!


Why the Airport is Heaven on Earth

Pink Airplane

Airports get an unfair reputation – but besides the foul-smelling feet in 15D and the accusatory TSA agent, I’m a little confused why. Sure, having to re-mortgage your house to pay those baggage fees is annoying…and traveling with that friend who requires horse tranquilizers to board a regional shuttle is a challenge.  Oy, and your mom who is so nervous about losing her boarding pass that she buries it in her giant purse at the bottom of the abyss and then panics that she’s lost it EVERY 5 MINUTES.

But, hey, all that aside, the airport is essentially an adult playground. For starters, it is absolutely the best excuse to …MORE AFTER THE JUMP!


Coming to America

Australian in America

Sometimes you can’t control the future.  Sometimes the smallest experiences influence you just beneath the surface in ways you could never imagine. Sometimes you fall in love with something so far from home that you become a lily white, hip-hop loving ginger from Australia living in New York City. Read how hip-hop brought one unlikely girl to America – after the jump!


How to Fall in Love in 12 Hours


When you’re stuck in Paris for 12 hours, the tragedy is not that you’re stuck in Paris, but that you’re only “stuck” there for 12 measly hours. Find out my secrets for falling in love with any city in 12 hours or less – after the jump!


Take a Walk on the Wild Side

2014.04.28 _ Street Food 5

As if I have the world’s most indestructible digestive system, I’ve always been attracted to street food. After living in South America for a few months, I’ve learned that street food is an art that was perfected here… More about living on the edge (and eating alpaca pizza) after the jump!


The Path of the Gods

The Path of the Gods

Back in October, I visited family in Piano Di Sorrento, Italy, the city from which my great-grandfather had immigrated. Before I left, I did the requisite research on everything I could possibly see and do there, and the one thing that kept popping up was this hiking path through the mountains of Amalfi. It was called “The Path of the Gods.” Naturally, I was intrigued. …GORGEOUS PHOTOS (AND 5 BRITISH GIRLS) AFTER THE JUMP!


Is it Stealing?

Hotel Soap

Anyone who’s been backpacking knows that your bag is always heavier on the return-trip after being stuffed with cheap cigarettes and tacky souvenirs for coworkers you don’t really like. I’ve long-since given up on the tacky souvenirs (which just end up at the back of bookshelves anyway). I now opt for a different kind of souvenir– the kind you don’t generally pay for… See what we mean…after the jump!