Last month, I had the pleasure of connecting with Laura Hughes from the Women on the Road, a podcast about life on the road from the feminine perspective. As a woman of color who solo travels, is building a campervan and a green beauty company, I was honored to explore the details of my journey.
Since I began looking for a reliable vessel that would steer me through life on the road, I’ve been micro-documenting my experiences. From trekking for long hours at a time just to visit a truck […]
As I’ve mentioned before, I have never been attacked or harmed while traveling alone. However, I have experienced many moments where I wasn’t sure if I was making the right decisions. These moments pushed me […]
The #TravelNoire explosion is a very recent phenomenon. In previous generations, black travel was extremely limited and very dangerous. It was necessary to subscribe to the Green Book, a mid 20th century printed travel guide, […]
HOW DID I GET HERE? The last time I lived in LA was nearly 20 years ago, before I’d hit puberty. I’ve missed my home and carried it with me ever since. Christmas 2017, I […]
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. […]
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 […]
“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.