When I lived in Brussels, it was a running joke that tourists only came to switch trains between Amsterdam and Paris. The same joke existed when I lived in Philadelphia, where most visitors seemed to stop only briefly on their way between New York City and Washington, D.C. Living in cities not known for tourism, but positioned between cities that are, gave me an unexpected perspective on where travel attention goes, and what we miss by following it.  When one of my best frien

"How many countries have you visited?" is a question I am asked often. Whether it arises in the spirit of fascination or competition, my...

When I was a college student earning $10 per hour at my part-time job, many were confused when I posted pictures abroad. While travel can...

I set out on this trek in September 2023, after over three years of Covid-era wanderlust for it. Given the amount of time I had to...

The experiences we have abroad are very much dictated by who we are as people. The experience of a woman will obviously differ from that...

It has been almost a year since I returned from Belgium. As I eye the row of Belgian beers atop my fridge in Philadelphia, I reflect on...

Despite being American and growing up in the United States, I have been feeling overly distant from its culture now that I have returned...

I must say, it does not take much to impress people. As I battled a mere five hours of daylight and growing frustration with my...