Some are fleeting like the man I sat next to on a bus in Sri Lanka that I shared crackers with and who bought me candy, some are lengthier like the group of Gen Z travelers we played cards with in Barcelona.
My parents ended up on the island 40 years ago by doing the crossing from mainland Thailand in a leaky boat. The boat was multiple floors and the staff had blocked off the bottom floor—“because of the water”.
Our second emergency room visit came in the Philippines. We decided to live out some surfer bum dreams and took a bus 5 hours north of Manila to San Juan, La Union—a very hip and crowded surfer town.
I love romcoms. Often there’s a romantic trip to a beautiful island in South East Asia. But how in the hell did they get there? Cuz ours was a hell of a journey.
I’ve lived in the same house my entire life. The biggest move I did before going away to college was moving into the room my brother vacated when he went to college.
Our free walking tour guide Ismael tells us when buying anything we should go to a lot of places and gather prices and go back to the ones we like and negotiate.
In the 1970s my dad visited Barcelona. He’d been spending several days in Pomplona and needed to get out of the endless party so him and a friend went to the train station and ended up in Barcelona that night.
A few weeks ago my friend Lexie got me hooked on Trusted House Sitters. And I made myself a goal, if we could house sit near Switzerland—and save some money for a few days—we’d go.
