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. Advertisements
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 […]
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.
I’m not a girly girl. I rarely wear make-up, I still have a full tube of mascara that I bought in 2012. I get lazy blow drying my hair so that it’s always half damp when I leave for work. Jeans with heels instead of flats is my day-to-night metamorphosis. BUT I’m still a girl […]