Getting ready for a summer vacation used to mean opening our suitcases and guessing what we might need. We always seemed to pack too much of the wrong things while somehow forgetting something important. By the time we reached our…
My first trip to Ireland barely touched a village at all, Dublin, a rushed day trip to the Cliffs of Moher, then straight back to the airport. It wasn’t until a second, slower trip that I understood what I’d actually…
There’s a moment that happens on almost every big trip. You round a corner, or step off a boat, or open the curtains in a new hotel room, and the view just stops you. I’ve had that moment in a…
The first long haul flight I ever took taught me an important lesson. I packed the obvious things like my passport, charger, and a few snacks, but I gave very little thought to staying comfortable during the journey itself. A…