Finally, we're here: the night we've all been waiting for! The night where a fratty Australian singing in a bar tells me he loves me in Polish.
Adventures in map reading and finding secret beaches.
The first night of a solo road trip is when it hits you: oh yeah, you're doing this alone. But that's ok.
First stop heading from Melbourne to Sydney.
A playlist of my favorite romantic, melancholy driving songs.
My trial run road tripping in Australia: a beach town along the Great Ocean Road.
Because no matter how much nicer other beaches seems to get, Redondo is always home.
Reminiscing on visiting Casa Vicens in Barcelona.
You can count on me.
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.