South America
The Two Mile High City
On August 19, 2018 by wanderstoriesMachu Picchu – UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of the New Seven Wonders of World. It was my goal to spend my 30th birthday here, but doing so meant flying into Cusco, the two mile high city. Cusco sits at 11,152 ft (3,399m) making it the 9th highest large city (> 100K inhabitants) in
Europe
You’ll Never Forget the First Time You Saw the Northern Lights
On October 14, 2017 by wanderstoriesI was staying at an inn near Skaftafell (on the east coast of Iceland). I’ve had plenty of wake-up calls in my life, but never an “Aurora Wake-Up Call” – which we of coursed opt-into.
Before retiring, we had a quick bite – too bad I barely had a spoonful of my kjotsupa (Icelandic lamb stew) before the alarm sounded. Incoming aurora!
Southeast Asia
Snacks on a Plane
On May 19, 2016 by wanderstoriesI’m never one to judge someone on saving a few dollars where they can so completely understand when travelers forgo the outrageously priced airport food, opting to pack a snack from home instead. Unfortunately, on our trip to Bali my brother learned the hard way that there are limits to brown-bagging it. To be fair,
U.S.A.
Is it too soon to say “I Love You”?
On March 8, 2012 by wanderstoriesIt’s that age old question any new couple asks themselves. Is it too soon to say “I Love You”? How soon is too soon? Should I say it first or wait for him? Do I just blurt it out or when is the right time? Thankfully I’m painfully awkward sometimes (all of the time) and
Europe
Night Stalker
On October 19, 2011 by wanderstoriesOne of the scariest experiences I’ve had while traveling abroad was in the Greek Islands. I’d been in Greece about 9 days, where I’d traveled a bit on the mainland, around Athens, and to the island of Mykonos, before parting ways with my Australian friends and setting off alone. Before heading to Santorini and later
Europe
Travel Virgin
On August 28, 2011 by wanderstoriesYou always remember your first time.
Although I traveled to Spain in my teens, I don’t consider that my first shot at world travel. Maybe I was too young to truly experience it – maybe it was because I was with classmates – but either way, we’ll skip over it for now. The two hot Spanish brothers I lived with are owed a blog post for themselves anyways.