Romance on the Road (or Gastro Meltdown in Amman)

When Mike and I were visiting my cousin in Amman I woke up with rampant diarrhea. It was like Trainspotting meets Bridesmaids. Mortified, I snuck out to sleep on the sofa. I was nervous that the symphonic range of my stomach noises and my hourly trips to the bathroom would tip off Mike.
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Hibernating In Paris

My first 72 hours in Paris went like this: I watched hours of TED Talks and Sex and the City reruns, I read Fitness magazine and finished The Paperboy, I blogged and creeped friends on Facebook, I went for runs near my sister’s apartment and took scalding hot showers, I ate my weight in chocolate croissants and drank loads of tea. I ventured no further than my sister’s campus which is a twenty minute walk with exactly two turns so even I couldn’t get lost. It was heaven.
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Traveling With Blanche Dubois

The Paris metro map looks like it was drawn by a second grader. It doesn’t help that I was out in Amsterdam until 3:00 am the night before and that my contacts are glued to my eyeballs with cigarette smoke and regret. I aimlessly trace the various train routes with my finger for the third time, having not located an information kiosk or a friendly face to ask if I can nap on their couch for a few hours. Perhaps I can just live in this train station forever.
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Couples Therapy at the Israeli Border

Despite the various stamps in my passport, border crossings and visa consulates always make me nervous. I sweat, I hum, I fidget, I bite my nails, I furrow my brow and my eyes dart from side to side like I’m at the French Open. Brokedown Palace is playing on a reel in my head even though I’m not carrying drugs (or firearms, wildlife, vegetables, gold, bacterial cultures, Cuban cigars, livestock or ceramic tableware).

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6 Small Things That Make a Big Difference While Traveling

Remember the MacGyver episode when he transformed a state park observatory telescope into a canon while dangling from a bridge? Well, I can’t fix a computer with a hairpin and duct tape (I can’t fix a computer, period) but Richard Dean Anderson was the inspiration for this next post.
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Ode to Naked Hostel Dude

`Twas the night before Sabbath and all through the dorm

All the drunk dudes were snoring like boozy fog horns.

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Breakfast Included

Dating me is like dating a toddler. If I’m hungry, you pretty much want to leave me in a basket outside a church with a nice note pinned to my shirt. I blame my parents for giving me a fake sounding medical condition called Hypoglycemia (low blood sugar). You know that dizzy feeling when you work out really hard without eating? That’s me every few hours…plus a rage blackout and minus the exercise.
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What’s In My Bag?

Reading Us Weekly’s What’s In Your Bag during a 13 hour layover in the Dubai airport, I was struck by two things. First, I must buy nicer handbags. Second, I’m a hoarder. Amped up on four lattes and with 8 hours left to kill, I decided to snap my own (slightly less glamorous) version. SO what’s in my Black Diamond backpack?
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Confessions of a Type A Traveler

Here’s the thing no traveler likes to talk about: globe trotting is hard. Navigating public transportation in a language you can’t understand, eating rubbery food you can’t identify, making budget decisions like coffee or toothpaste, and rotating between three t-shirts that all smell like insect repellent and sweat.
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5 Tips For Traveling As A Couple Without Killing Each Other

When my boyfriend, Mike, and I decided to quit our jobs to travel the world, friends told me it would be the most romantic six months of my life. I thought one of us would end up in a shallow grave. No Locked Up Abroad episodes yet but here are my lessons learned for traveling with a significant other without breaking up.
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