8 years ago, I was sitting in a hostel, eating dinner and drinking wine with strangers from the U.K. and South Africa.
That dinner changed my life.
It was our last night in Mendoza, Argentina. My friends were talking with a few girls from the U.K., who were taking a gap year at 19, just because. They dropped names of big cities and famous landmarks like it was nothing. Continue reading “5 Lessons I’ve Learned While Traveling the World Alone”