Traveling opens us; opens our eyes, our minds, our hearts and our souls. When on the road, we want every experience to jump inside us, and perhaps even change us. This is one of the most addicting aspects of travel.It becomes very easy to meet other people who are just as open and excited about the world as you are.
Just how much gear can you fit into a Kelty Redwing backpack? Molly McCahan shows you.My husband David and I are on a mad quest to simplify our lives after traveling around the world for 14 months. On that amazing adventure, we survived with the bare minimum crammed into packs on our backs.A nomadic lifestyle brings its own set of challenges, but it’s incredibly cathartic as well.
From Flickr photographer Yamil Gonzales (translated from the Spanish): “Photos of protests in front of the Presidential Home, taken on June 29, 2009. I edited/modified these as little as possible so that they appear as close as possible to what occurred.”Graffiti reads: Get out, transnationals.Grafitti reads: Mel Zelaya’s nickname , the people are with you until the end.
Instead of comparing your life to others, make a list of what brings you joy.I found myself around two old friends in the past week who are living extremely hectic lives.One friend is in law school, and barely has a moment to breathe, much less sleep or eat properly.The other has a four-month-old baby to breastfeed, along with taking care of her 22-month-old, working a couple of night shifts as a nurse, finishing her Masters, and somehow cooking and cleaning.
MatadorU student Megan Wood thinks about women’s roles while washing her fiancé’s boxer shorts.I hear Blanca and Antonio on the other side of the wall, whispering pillow talk in their indigenous language of Guaraní. My first thoughts are about how cold I am and I’m slightly irritated that I am awake at 4:30 in the morning.
With no Tesol, no plan and no clue, Josh moves through Saigon to find a job teaching English.I STEP from my permanent residence at the MiMi guesthouse in District 1 of Saigon and for once I greet the endless propositions for a ride from the loafing motorbike men with a hearty ‘Youbetcha’!THE NEGOTIATION“How much for an hour?