Five months ago, I was sitting alone in a hotel room in Chicago, crying. Continue reading “The Email That Changed My Life”
Five months ago, I was sitting alone in a hotel room in Chicago, crying. Continue reading “The Email That Changed My Life”
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”