The trail had looked innocent enough on the map — a thin blue line winding down from the pine-covered cliffs above Brač island in Croatia, promising a “secluded cove” about forty minutes from the car park. I was sweaty, slightly sunburned on my shoulders, and carrying exactly the right amount of water for one person … Read more
My passport sat blank in a drawer for two years after I got it — I kept saying “soon” until a friend called me out at dinner. We booked flights that night. I barely slept. That impulsive decision landed me on a sun-drenched river in France, a glass of locally-produced Burgundy in hand, watching ancient … Read more
My passport sat blank in a drawer for two years after I got it — I kept saying “soon” until a friend called me out at dinner. We booked flights that night. I barely slept. That impulsive decision landed me on a slow boat drifting through Bordeaux and Burgundy, a glass of something extraordinary in … Read more
My boss handed me a bonus check and said “invest it wisely.” I invested it in a round-trip ticket and two weeks somewhere I’d been dreaming about since a geography class in eighth grade — the French Riviera, that sun-drenched stretch of coastline I’d stared at in a textbook map, tracing my finger from Menton … Read more
When I turned 35, I made a deal with myself: no more saving the good stuff for someday. The trip I’d been pinning photos of for four years finally had a departure date — Paris, and not the postcard version of it. Sure, my feed was full of the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre’s glass … Read more
Three weeks after my relationship ended, I did the only thing that made sense: I booked a solo trip somewhere I’d always wanted to go but had been waiting for the “right time” to visit together. Provence had lived on that list for years — the lavender fields, the crumbling hilltop villages, the markets piled … Read more
