It’s those moments when I’m away from everything and everyone I know, out of my comfort zone and neck deep in the unfamiliar, that show me who I really am as a person and train me how to listen to my own voice.
After chickening out of a driving tour of the Scottish Highlands, I’d missed my chance at climbing Ben Nevis, Scotland’s tallest peak. In Inverness on my last day in Scotland, I decided that climbing the nearby Cairn Gorm would have to do. The experience didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped.
It’s a sunny Sunday morning in Los Angeles and I can’t help smiling. I’m strolling along Ivar Avenue in Hollywood, browsing the stalls of the Hollywood Farmers’ Market. The canopy-covered farmstands are overflowing with color: robust pepper reds, golden Valencia oranges, deep green bunches of kale, and potent eggplant purple. There are many other colors too among the market’s offerings, a… [Keep reading…]
It was raining–hard–on the morning I left Rochester, Minnesota. It was the third day of my big cross-country road trip and I was headed to Custer, South Dakota for the night. Being an early riser, I was already on the road a little before five in the morning, driving west under steel gray skies and dodging muscular semis while the… [Keep reading…]
If you want to know where to stay in London, or you’re looking for cheap London hotels, you definitely want to look around in advance to get the best options. I learned the hard way that staying in London can be pretty pricey, something you definitely want to take into consideration if you’re planning to travel there.
I’ve got eight seconds to decide whether I jump on that flight, or wait for the next available one nearly a full day later. In my mind, I’m scanning through my options, rapid-fire, like a spinning rolodex. Do I take that last seat, knowing the only reason it’s been offered to me is that I’m traveling alone? Or do… [Keep reading…]
I was supposed to spend the first night of my trip to Scotland in a window seat on an airplane hovering somewhere thousands of feet over the Atlantic Ocean. Instead, I was huddled in a corner somewhere near gate C90 in Newark Airport. How the hell did this happen?