One of my favorite things about traveling is my ordinary (or sometimes not so ordinary) interactions with the locals. When I traveled to Europe for thirty days back in the summer of 2010, I had a few of these moments that are still very much alive in my mind. While these memories are meaningful to me, they aren’t necessarily significant to the every day pers on. The reason they are to me is because, for a moment, even though there was a huge language barrier between us, I was able to have a conversation with someone who lived…
Many people think that the Travel Agent is outdated. I promise you, we aren’t! I’ve been a travel agent now for five years, working in the travel industry for about eight years. I’ve seen every experience you can think of when it comes to booking travel. I’m here to tell you, even if you don’t use a travel agent, I HIGHLY recommend never using a third party booking engine. (But really, show some travel agents some love! We want your trip to be just as memorable as you…
When you’re feeling low, even the smallest highs feel like the sun. There’s a boy. And he burns like fire, and his lips melt me. But how do you ever know how they feel? Dating should be easy by now, but it’s not. This is the first time in so long that I’ve only been talking to one person. He makes me feel really good. He makes me feel respected. But the doubts are always there hanging over my head. My insecurities are amplified lately with everything going on with my mom…
The next time I saw Chris, he met up with Rachel and I at 1516 (an expat bar off stephensplatz) after Rachel and I had one too many drinks. To be honest, I don’t think either of us remember getting there. I do, however, remember how amazing those potato wedges with cheese and ranch were. Or maybe I was just drunk and excited about the prospect of ranch in Europe. But I digress… We sit at a small table and talk and laugh and Chris eats some food. When it’s time to leave, Chris…