pura vida
When I first landed in San Jose, I was feeling predictably bummed out about not being able to see my boyfriend for a solid month. Turns out, I’m pretty into him. I tried to hide this as best as I could from my travel buddy Aslyn (I failed miserably, that poor girl had to listen to … Continue reading
So there’s this one thing about my travel experiences so far that haven’t rocked as much as it could. When I travel, I don’t make very much of an effort to speak to the locals. I guess it’s mostly self consciousness, and probably stems from the way the Italians glared at me when I landed … Continue reading
In lieu of the awesome post about the nightlife in Raleigh, which is still in progress for financial reasons, I was thinking today that I’d write about something I already have on hand-my travel journals. Travel journals are a finicky business. In hostels or long bus rides, you almost always run into a (usually female) traveler scratching … Continue reading
Tropical Bungee, just outside of San Jose, Costa Rica Continue reading
Basically, my purpose in life, and items 3-21 in the Water section of my Bucket List (which reaches around the size and complexity of Atlas Shrugged), involves being naked in public. Skinny dipping is one of my favorite things, and I aim to do it in every major body of water on the planet. The … Continue reading
When I was little, I was super weird. I loved to make lists. I made lists of books I had read, books I needed to read, pet I’ve owned (I went through a lot of hamsters), people I knew, all sorts of OCD shit. As a quasi-adult, and still super weird, I love bucket lists. Almost … Continue reading
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