When most people say they "love to travel," sometimes I think they really mean to say they "love vacations"...
I sometimes get flack from my friends and family about some of the "risky" decisions I make as a solo traveler. But I operate under the mindset that almost all people, everywhere, are good and kind.
I love solo travel. When to wake up and go to bed? Up to me. What to see and where to go? My choice. No debates, no compromises. But what else sucks me in about solo travel: the personal growth that comes with being totally, completely on your own.
Over time and many trips, I’ve discovered that I much prefer the freedom of planning-on-the-go. Never fear, to go blind is a little illogical: in this blog, I lay out my reasoning and process for going the less-planned route.
I consider myself primarily an introvert, but there is a time and a place where my curiosity goes toe-to-toe with my introversion and wins — abroad.
My flight into Dublin landed around 8 a.m. Sunday. When I approached the passport control officer in the non-EU citizen line, he fired off a number of questions. The exchange went a little something like this: “How long are you staying in Ireland?” he asked...
I moved to Arizona almost nine years ago. I've been to many places. But I had not been to Page, one of the most photographed places in the world, until this past weekend.