Why Counting Your Countries Doesn’t Always Make You A D*ck

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Luang Prabang, Laos
Luang Prabang, Laos

“365 countries, 12 continents, 1 billion cities, 2 planets, and counting!”

…one might read on a douchey traveler’s Instagram bio.

There’s always a heavy debate within the travel community about why you should or shouldn’t count your countries. And even if you secretly did, why that number doesn’t need to be flaunted around like a status symbol.…

6 Discoveries After 6 Months as a Full-Time Travel Blogger

Estimated Reading Time: 15 minutes


Salzburg, Austria
Salzburg, Austria

6 months ago, I left my year-long home of Barcelona and packed my life into a small, boxed suitcase, backpack, and purse, and set out on an indefinite journey to pursue my, once hobby of travel blogging, as a full-time career.

Through the laughs, tears, and inevitable stretches of perpetual brokeness, I’ve discovered so much.…

10 Ways To Make A Cat-Calling Experience More Enjoyable (Less Creepy)

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Wearing a dress in public, so clearly I’m asking for it (NOT)

Cat-calling. The foolproof way to spot men who were dropped on their heads multiple times as babies.

As a solo traveler, I’ve encountered them in every shape and size, as they shamelessly pursue and annoy the living crap out of women who are simply minding their own business.…

ADULTING: Why it’s not for me

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Pictures provided by: Snapchat (username – GL0; with a zero)

Ever since I turned 18 and was penetrated by adulthood and infected with HIV (Highly Irresponsible Virus) sans lube, it’s been an exhausting cycle of getting screwed daily.

Being excited on my birthday before remembering I'm only adding another line onto my tally of failed adulthood years.
Being excited on my birthday before remembering I’m only adding another line to my tally of failed years of adulthood.

PRAGUE: My Least Favorite City in Europe

Estimated Reading Time: 15 minutes


I never thought I’d ever make a post about a city I hated, because quite frankly, I’m an easy pleaser that’s what she said, and it really doesn’t take much to make me happy (take note, future hubby!). But I’ve been asked this question before, and I never truly had an answer until now.

I’ve had my qualms with British and French authority, but for the most part, it takes a lot for me to flat out say, “I HATE THIS CITY”.

The 5 Most Undateable Guys in Europe

Estimated Reading Time: 10 minutes


This could be US, perched under metro signs, laughing whimsically at nothing but this photo opp, but you playin'...
This could be us, perched under metro signs, laughing whimsically at nothing but this photo opp, but you playin’…

We’ve all had our fair share of dating disasters. It’s normal. It’s awkward. It’s the part of my life I regularly think there are voodoo doll replicas being handled by toddlers in an alternate universe. I’ve accepted that as the only logical answer to accurately sum up this area of my existence.…