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Congrats, you’re hired; Sorry, you’re fired

I thought the offer of free room, food and drinks in exchange for work at the hotel in Kusadasi, Turkey sounded too good to be true. It was. There were so many warning bells going off in my head when I accepted the job, and unlike the good (and safe) traveler I normally am, IContinue reading “Congrats, you’re hired; Sorry, you’re fired”

All aboard …

It was way too early when I woke up to head to the Fez office to catch my bus. The sun had just risen and the clock hadn’t even pushed 6:15 a.m. when I strapped and hooked my bag to me and headed down those old cement stairs and through the carpet shop to takeContinue reading “All aboard …”

Playing tourist in Turkey

The smells … the colors … the people flooding in and out of the ancient Spice Market in Istanbul was overwhelming. After my decidedly non-tourist day watching a movie the day before, Joe and I planned a perfect tour of Turkey for the following day. We met early in the morning at Harmony, planning toContinue reading “Playing tourist in Turkey”

Getting my K-Stew, R-Patz and Taylor Lautner fix

I woke up the next morning in Harmony Hostel and went upstairs to get breakfast — a traditional plate including one hard-boiled egg, slices of tomato and cucumber, black olives and big, fluffy pieces of white bread with jam. During breakfast, I began to talk with two Kiwi girls about our plans for the day.Continue reading “Getting my K-Stew, R-Patz and Taylor Lautner fix”

Istanbul (not Constantinople)

“Ooooh … Istanbul … so lush,” Gemma had exclaimed before I departed from Spain to Turkey. In my mind, there was something so exotic about Turkey, some mystical, magical place where Europe hit Asia with thunder. Arriving into Istanbul, I was far from disappointed. When I boarded the Havas bus at the airport (I flewContinue reading “Istanbul (not Constantinople)”

The time I (didn’t) party with Will Schuester

There is a motto backpackers have when traveling the world: Always say yes. Always. Typically, I try to adhere to this as much as possible. Of course, the one time I don’t is the one time I kick myself.

To be, or not to be … topless

The women surrounding us on the beach had one thing in common: they were missing their swimmer tops. And not the least bit shy about walking, running, jumping in the rolling waves of the Mediterranean without being covered. Going topless on a European beach. It’s on my bucket list. But, could I really take offContinue reading “To be, or not to be … topless”

The best food. Ever.

I have never been a foodie. I am too picky of an eater to really go all out and sample delicacies the world over. If you asked me a year ago where the best restaurant I have ever eaten was, I would tell you simply — in Las Vegas. Because, well, let’s be real, LasContinue reading “The best food. Ever.”

F1 101: Your cheat sheet

Formula One Grand Prix. If you asked me my thoughts on it before I left for Europe, I would have looked at your blankly and mumbled something about it being loud and like NASCAR. It took another continent and tickets to the Formula One Grand Prix in Valencia, Spain (thank you Land of Valencia) toContinue reading “F1 101: Your cheat sheet”

Why are we going in circles? And other errors in sea navigation

“OK,” I breathed. “Follow my lead. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Awww, shit.” Isabelle (one of the writers on #blogtripf1 and my new and amazing friend) and I had stuck together when we arrived to the Mediterranean Sea and were greeted with an array of kayaks, boards and catamarans. And now,Continue reading “Why are we going in circles? And other errors in sea navigation”