Travel Stories

These are my travel stories and I'm sticking to them.

"I wish it was winter already" Molly, who works at the Iceberg Inn says, throwing off her coat to reveal a tank top. "It's like spring out there." Bundled...

I wasn’t nervous until I completed reading the waiver. “Why do you need to know if I have any allergies?” I ask Derek, our guide. “This is so the...

“Squirrel! Incoming!” I yelled up at my friend Rachel who called dibs on the loft bed of our tree house. Our cozy cabin perched or hung, or however it...

“I feel like a Druid, searching for herbs, creating things.” Nathalie Thibault puts what looks like a teeny pinecone in front of me. We’re in the packed...

Cold air brushed the hairs on my neck. It was New Orleans in February. But I was also standing in front of a haunted one-hundred-year-old French-style hotel....

I needed to get into that detective agency. It’s now gone beyond a simple curiosity to a burning desire. “You ladies looking for some weed?” Lightning...

“We tell ourselves that every animal in the animal kingdom builds its own house, but people aren't smart enough to do it. We have to go to college for that,...

“Philly? Why would I ever want to go to Philly?” Until now, characters I knew to be from there shaped my narrow-minded impression of Philly. Rocky, a...

Watching four women lazily swivel around in ergonomically correct office chairs, singing, while two bald dancers writhe on the floor in front of them, I...

At some point I started thinking about cowboys as wild American explorers, but maybe I’m romantically forcing that idea a bit because that’s what I fancy...

Three hours into our eight-hour ride, Bulgaa, the saint of all translators had cajoled the vanload of us to sing horse-inspired karaoke. She managed to...

My friend Ragan and I crossed the Mongolian Desert for a week eating nothing but pickled cabbage, potatoes and the occasional found bag of crushed airline...