It was only a matter of time before I got lost.
Getting lost is simply my lot in life, especially when I travel. It’s what I do. Not unlike the phrase “Pics or it didn’t happen,” my travel motto should be, “If I didn’t get lost, was I even really there?”
Imagine this: Continue reading “Hot, Sweaty, Lost, and Alone in Madrid”
I was 24 when I first quit my job to travel. I was fresh out of college, with a shiny and expensive liberal arts degree, whose usefulness in the practical world was up for debate.
I must also mention that the country was in the middle of a recession. College graduates, even those with master degrees, were struggling to get full-time jobs with benefits.
At the time, our options were: Continue reading “I Quit My Job to Travel the World. Again.”
