I don’t like buying designer labels. For one, I hate to see all my hard-earned money go to something that I could get for a fraction of the price without the label. Two, it can make you an easy target when you’re traveling as people can sometimes mistake you for a rich tourist (which I’m not.) I ripped the label off a Prada handbag (a knock-off of course) that I bought in Barcelona after someone reached inside and stole my wallet while riding on the bus. Of course, it could have happened just as easily with any bag, but I didn’t want to increase the chance of a second occurence.
For most people, I would say the biggest reason they never get out and see the world is money (or the lack of it.) Coming from a rather large family, the most exotic trip we ever took growing up was to the nearest campground in Northern California. Now if you’re the nature loving, tree hugging, go to all the national parks sort of traveler then that’s perfectly fine, but my point is that the vacations to Hawaii and Europe in my family were non-existent. I’m not complaining (in fact I loved those camping trips) but I knew if I wanted to see more. it was going to require a little creativity.
Is it because we’ve set too high or challenging of a goal? Or is it because we’ve failed to take the necessary (and consistent) action to make that goal a reality? (I emphasis consistency here because it’s one thing to get a gym membership in January, but another thing to be the only one in that empty gym come February or March.)
There’s no place like “home” until you lose your magic slippers. Dealing with homesickness from abroad
Another summer day, has come and gone away in Paris and Rome, (well actually Monaco) but I wanna go home. Ah that magical word which can have so many different meanings. Being away from family and friends for so long and the personal changes I have gone through since traveling have made me realize that I no longer know where “home” is. (more…)
He never knew his grandmother. She died before he was even a twinkle in his own mothers’ eye. That was why one of the first places I had to travel on my adventures in Europe was to the Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz in Krakow Poland, to pay tribute to the woman I had been partially named after, and to give my dad a chance (even if it was just in seeing her name) to try to put the pieces together of what had happened in our family more than 70 years before. (more…)
Spending the summer in the French Riviera working for a multi billionaire I’m surrounded by glitz, glamour, and what most people might consider “success.” I watch as hoards of tourists come in from the cruise ships, posing in front of the Aston Martin’s and the Rolls Royce parked outside the yachts, dreaming of trading in their normal life for the lifestyles of the rich and famous.