I arrive at Perugia airport. I’ve plucked up the courage to leave my husband and grumpy mono-syllabic teenagers behind. It’s the first time I’ve been on holiday alone for 20 years and I’m not even sure how to use the gears on the hire car. Perugia, curled round a hill, has many steps. Waiters entice … Continued
Nothing will compare to the Philippines Here. In my life time, I have tried to find that one place where I could be free, where I could be nobody but myself; a place where I could truly call home. My eyes have seen and witnessed sceneries that once took my breath away but I knew … Continued
This is it. To pursue that ever elusive work-life balance, travel buddy Mo and I turned in letters of resignation, primed old backpacks for active duty, and prepared to let years of work stress melt to nothingness in the greatest trip we’ve yet attempted. All we needed was a place to go. Scouring the web … Continued
I’ve always believed that to be free, to find a place that will truly be free, you need to love yourself and embrace all your flaws. It must be a place that is accepting and where you can truly breath in the essence of God’s beauty. When I reached an age where I could travel … Continued
The Screaming Monkeys of Cambodia The temple is a tiny thing, made of stone and wood, but as I stand in front of the doors shifting my backpack it seems as if the tiny building is much bigger than it does to the naked eye. My glasses have fogged up– the Cambodian heat and humidity, … Continued
I live in a country I love. A country that through it’s stringent laws, and perhaps suffocating tendencies, holds a place I call home. Home is arguably one of the most common topics we talk about here in our tiny island. After all, it is difficult to find a sense of belonging in a land … Continued
In the winter silence Harry’s van bounces over the ice-encrusted, mud-rutted road like a wayward bobsled. Staring out the window into the gray dawn, I realize that this would be a journey into a place unlike any other that I have seen. All around, colossal shafts and spires and mesas of rock rise out of … Continued
So today was pretty eventful. A black, female lawyer from Yale living in Paris told me who I am. Well. Sort of. I have been in Mexico City for a week now and it’s not exactly been what I have expected. I had been eagerly awaiting the intense heat of a Mexican desert in summer. … Continued
Three friends in a small car, loaded to the roof with badly packed tents, folding chairs, sleeping bags, gas burners and clothes. We’d been volunteering at a music festival for six days enjoying endless music, fun and unusually hot weather for the UK in June. We were tired and happy but not yet ready to … Continued
Although her eyes are full of tears, my mother smiles, waving me on and mouthing, Go!, as I walk away from them and into the security line. I really don’t know how to feel about a year studying abroad in Spain. Excitement, anxiety, uncertainty and a sense of disbelief all jump around in my stomach. … Continued