You probably know that I’m a bit of a foodie. In fact, many people ask about my food blog, not my travel blog, and I can’t blame them. I will tell a little white lie to get the best Okinawan ramen, try tomato flavored chocolate and even somehow acquired a taste for shirako. However, there are some foods that are borderline offensive to my taste buds. The first, is papaya. Yes, the fruit. I like it mixed in with things, and as a juice, but when I bit into the flesh of a papaya fruit in Nicaragua back in 2009, there just wasn’t enough flavor per density and… well, I just had an involuntary shiver go up my spine.
Ah Jamaica. How I was excited to dock there. Jerk chicken heaven! AND I was on a tour that was going to talk about marine conservation in Jamaica (I’m a marine bio nerd). Continue reading
Las Palmas was a beautiful port to pull into.
And even moreso because I was about to go on a really bad*** tour. My tour group gathered in one of the main event spaces and walked off the boat… and into one of four off-roading vehicles. My greatest source of worry on this group wasn’t a difficult tour guide, or technical and colloquial terms to interpret. It was the 85 year old passenger who relied on a walking stick who’d signed up for this tour. And it wasn’t just me. The driver looked at me with a questioning expression as he gingerly helped this gentleman into the car. Even the rowdy 20-somethings that comprised the rest of the group just hopped in, respectfully reserving the passenger seat for this man. Continue reading
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AKA Mosques, Mausoleums and Markets (and tiles. lots of tiles.)
I was particularly excited for Casablanca. Probably because I’d romanticized it so much prior to our docking there from that one movie by the same name. I’ve never actually seen the movie, but it seems romantic, so I’d assumed that the city would be as well. The vibe left me unsure of what to think, but the monuments definitely delivered.
Hassan II Mosque
Particularly when the weather is not so hot, I enjoy reminiscing about my sunnier travels. Today I’m going to take a look back at my 2 trips to Okinawa as a solo traveler.
New Year’s Blog Resolution: Post more inevitably awkward photos of myself.
I was really worried about traveling alone in Okinawa. It was my first time traveling to a destination with no set plans aside from flights. I find that safety is not as much of an issue in Japan as it is in other parts of the world. However, I also find that the Japanese tend to be culturally less likely to become friendly with strangers.
It turns out that Okinawa is both very much “Japan” and very much not. Most of all, in Okinawa, they don’t let you travel alone. Solo, perhaps, but never alone. I’d even go as far as to say that going without a travel buddy actually enhanced my trip. Continue reading
2013 was a tough year for me, as you can see by the complete lack of posts and the fact that I picked up guitar from becoming so reclusive. In fact, I’m a bit surprised that my stats are showing that people are still reading this- or maybe it’s just a small army of spam bots.
I had a lot of great times, from two amazing jobs in New York, to two destination bachelorette parties and lunching with the energetic and lovely Miss Hilary of theNomadGrad, to discovering New York City. One great thing about life in NYC was that even if I wasn’t able to travel, I had a constant stream of visitors, including friends from back home, friends from my cruise around the world, friends I met while living in Japan, and a friend I met online- the very fabulous Waegook Tom! Continue reading
So what happens when you work 7 days a week, your break up with your boyfriend that you moved 2,852 miles to be with & you find yourself in a sea of holiday cards waiting to be written?
Well, this: Continue reading
This post is part of a discussion that I often have with friends- is time traveled time wasted, especially in terms of career growth? There are bloggers who make a career out of travel, work remotely on non-travel related jobs, and others yet who are expats as they pursue their chosen career path. I, on the other hand, just kind of went with the flow with no certain direction in mind… Continue reading
Once the center of Portugal’s Age of Discovery and the European slave trade, the beach town of Lagos was more recently named Trip Advisor’s number 1 destination on the rise. Not that I knew that when I went there- more of a fun coincidence. The beaches in Lagos are indeed pretty, but the cliffs are what really take your breath away. Most beaches are fairly narrow, and the cliffs keep some just out of reach of vying eyes. The porous rock of the region is prone to erosion and constantly creates new formations. Continue reading
“Can I have your recipe for that one soup that you lived off of when you wanted to save money to travel.” Ahh yes, that one soup. As glamorous as travel sounds, when you’re paying out of pocket and you’re not independently wealthy, it usually requires some penny pinching. When I lived in Japan and wanted to boost my savings account before jetting off, I would live on this soup*. Eating this for lunch and dinner for a week brought my food budget down to about $20 a week in Tokyo. Continue reading
For me, a multi-cultural upbringing meant that from the time I was in first grade of elementary school, I went to two schools. A local school Monday through Friday, and then Japanese school on Saturdays. Japanese school crammed in a week’s worth of lessons into one day, achieving this by cutting out all the fun classes, such as gym and art and by holding an intensive week during what most people see as summer vacation. Many of my Friday nights were spent in tears as I practiced kanji and finished my homework until my hand went numb. I was out the door by the time Saturday morning cartoons even started. It is for this reason, coupled by my personal tendency to be indifferent toward celebrities and the like, that I fail to understand and appreciate many pop cultural references.
I asked Jane, my friend I was staying with, what she had yet to do since moving to London just a few months prior. “Let’s go to Abbey Lane!” she replied. Continue reading