Category : Travel

I remember standing at the edge of a salt flat in Bolivia, phone in hand, trying to get a photo that would somehow explain what I was looking at. The ground stretched white and flat in every direction until it just met the sky, and there was no obvious line

Three years ago I hit a wall at work so hard I actually cried in a parking garage before a Monday meeting. Nothing dramatic had happened. I just hadn’t taken a real break in months, and my body finally sent the bill. That weekend I threw a bag in the

I still remember standing on a cliff in Santorini at 6 AM. I was half asleep, holding a paper cup of terrible hotel coffee. The sky turned from grey to pink to gold right in front of me. My phone battery was at 12% because I forgot to charge it

Three summers ago, I spent almost four hundred dollars on a “family friendly” resort that turned out to have exactly one small pool, a broken air conditioner in our room, and a restaurant menu that closed at 8 PM, right when my kids were finally hungry after a day of

I once flew fourteen hours to see a beach that photos made look absolutely perfect. I arrived during seaweed season instead. Most of my trip involved picking my way around piles of it rather than lounging peacefully like I’d imagined. That trip taught me something important. The “best beach” isn’t