I’ve been in many scary travel scenarios over the years.
In Chile, I missed my night bus to a new city. The only people I could ask for help were two bus drivers in an empty parking lot.
In Colombia, on my second day in the country, my friend and I missed our bus stop. So, we had to walk twenty minutes in the dark, on the side of the road, all the way back to the finca (a Colombian country house).
I never thought I’d spend Christmas alone in a foreign country.
I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to go home for Christmas.
Thanks, corona.
So, I decided on Plan B: spend the winter holidays in sunny Cadiz, a port town in Andalusia. Because if I’m going to spend Christmas alone, I may as well spend it alone at the beach, right?
I planned the trip. A few days in Cadiz, and a day trip to Tarifa, the southernmost city in Spain. I was about to book the Airbnb and the bus tickets. No one could sto—
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YouTube recommended me this video: “21 Years Old: I Have NO Friends.”
One commenter said that seeing this video in their feed of recommendations felt like a personal attack.
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I started to notice the shift on Facebook.
I was living in Colombia when it started. Something really strange was happening.
The English language was changing. And I felt like I wasn’t catching up. Continue reading “21 Millennial and Gen Z Slang Words I Didn’t Understand When I Came Back to the USA”
