Travel Time

It wasn’t a moment of careful planning. It wasn’t an adventurous whim, either. It was a mistake—a misread timetable, a missed connection, a city that had alread

The irony wasn’t lost on me. I was in a beautiful place, somewhere I’d dreamed of visiting for years, and all I wanted to do was close the blinds and be still.

We’re taught to travel with purpose: reach the summit, see the landmark, check the box. Travel often comes with goals—some tangible, some emotional. But what ha

The idea of eco-travel appealed to me for all the right reasons. I wanted to explore the world without adding to its harm. I imagined organic meals, locally run

It started with a canceled train. Then came the lost reservation, the closed museum, the downpour that drenched my carefully chosen walking shoes. By day three,

There’s a certain thrill in going somewhere new—the mystery, the discovery, the novelty of unfamiliar streets. For a long time, that thrill shaped the way I tra

Anxiety and travel don’t seem like an obvious match. One thrives on control, the other thrives on the unpredictable. And yet, somewhere between missed trains an

There’s a romantic image that floats through travel writing and coming-of-age films: a lone figure with a backpack, wandering cobblestone streets, sipping espre

Before I ever learned how to pack a carry-on, I was the kind of traveler who carried too much—both in my suitcase and in my spirit. I packed “just in case” item

There are places that embrace you instantly—where you blend in, pick up the rhythm, feel at ease. And then there are places that make you acutely aware you don’

Before that trip, time was something I chased. It moved in blocks and checklists, managed by alarms, scheduled weeks in advance. My days were filled with “shoul

I used to plan trips with precision. Color-coded documents, day-by-day agendas, backups for my backups. I wanted to see it all, make the most of every second, a