Time for another travel essay. Today, one of the things I do not miss about France.
This week’s travel essay is on what happens to you when you stop traveling. (All past travel essays here)
It’s Wanderlusty Wednesday, which means it’s time for another travel essay! (All past travel essays here). Today: the lessons learned from hosteling in Berlin.
Continuing with my travel essays series, this week I bring you: how a week in the tower room of a French chateau with my sister taught me the secret to family harmony.
I’m continuing my series of travel essays this week with a story about Barcelona, otherwise known as the city in which I did not sleep.
I’ve been reading a lot of personal essays on blogs lately, so I thought I’d try my hand at it. First up: my true-life story about why Prague sucks.*
I haven’t written about traveling in a while, mostly because I haven’t traveled in a while…
When I tell people I lived in France, a frequent question I get is…
One of the most frustrating things to me is when I expound the virtues of travel, hearing people say, “I wish I could afford it!”
A reminder. Image of Brussels, Belgium, taken by me, October 2012
