Imagine that you have just arrived in one of the most unique cities you have ever visited. Its sunset. You have on tiny shorts showing off all the hard work you put in at the gym. Your hair is doing magical tricks its never done before. You are accompanied by a fun friend, who is… Continue reading Stranger Danger on Vacation
When I first scrolled across the story, it was shocking that this could be happening again, and in this century! Though it was shocking enough to give me pause, I kept scrolling, hoping it was nothing but clickbait. Now, a week later, there is no denying the truth: in mid-November 2017, CNN reported secret footage confirming the sale of African migrants in Libya for as little as $400 per person. These migrants traveled to Libya with hopes to be smuggled into Europe, escaping the poor conditions of their homelands. Instead, they are being held captive without food or water, while badly beaten, sodomized or raped, and being forced to work in sub-human conditions without pay. They are being sold as property into indefinite slavery.
We've all seen it: people being rude to the staff, the tourists who avoid contact with locales or never even leave the hotel, and those that only patronize big franchises or tourists traps while abroad. Heck, I used to scout for the green mermaid like a Godsend before I had an international data plan, spending… Continue reading The Responsibilities of Tourists
I've lived in Miami for all of 5 minutes and it's time to evacuate. So here I am, sitting in a Tallahassee airport at 3am writing about Miami instead of enjoying it. And of course I can't think about Miami without thinking about my time in Cuba. [click the link for more]
Well after people get over the fact that I'm hardly home (but always reppin'), they ask, as a nomad, how I will ever establish a sense of stability? After a little over a year, I've encountered thousands of people, many languages, various cultures and a rainbow of different outlooks on life. Travel became my addiction… Continue reading How to Establish Stability as a Nomad
"Another round?" Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. "Guapa. You are having fun?" Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. "Yes! And I'm going dancing with you tonight!" His eyes widened as he smiled. "Bryan me invita!" I explained in my broken Spanish.