Lao Tzu said, “If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.” It was that nagging fear that made me quit my job to travel the world for six months. Turns out there are signs everywhere. Literally. Here are some of my favorites. Advertisements
I’ve been back from my RTW trip six weeks and I’m only JUST starting to figure out how traveling for six months has changed me. I had hoped I would notice differences on the road. You know, getting calmer, cooler, riskier, freer or just better at navigation. Instead, outside my comfort zone, I was more […]
I turned 35 unemployed, uninsured and with a dwindling savings account. I rang in my birthday sitting in a snow covered cabin in Nowhere, Patagonia without heat, electricity or running water, sipping red wine out of a plastic bottle. It was not exactly where I thought I’d be when I was 25 but it was […]
Hi, my name is Abby Sugrue and I’m a loser. I lose shit. A lot. As Billie Joe Armstrong said, “There’s nothing wrong with being a loser, it just depends on how good you are at it.” Well, I’ve gotten very good.
James Joyce said, “Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world, a mother’s love is not.” If moms are our compass, why not take them with us? Whether you set off to explore distant lands or take a long weekend getaway, here are 11 reasons to ditch the card and flowers this […]
It’s only hour 4 on day 5 of El Camino de Santiago and I’m already hobbling like a sweaty, rustic geisha. The blisters on my pinkie toes have grown blisters. While Mike popped his, I stubbornly refused to so now they’re full of black goo. I’m considering removing my pinkie toes altogether or having Mike […]
Things I didn’t know before I went to Ireland. Over one MILLION men, women and children died during the Great Irish Famine, mostly the rural poor. There was enough food in Ireland to feed the starving population but the British exported it, around thirty to fifty shipments of food produce left the country daily. It […]
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.
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 […]
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 […]