There are places that take your breath away. Malta is one of them. From rugged coastlines to megalithic temples, this scintillating island country is truly heaven on earth.
What makes Malta so enchanting?
Charm, elegance, and an overall calming effect that triggers cathartic aahhhhhhhh moments. With that said, expect to be lulled into a catatonic state as you stare incessantly at glistening turquoise water and sultry, hypnotic waves. If that description spoke to your soul, PRESS PLAY to vicariously experience Malta, Popeye Village, and Gozo - three idyllic destinations that encapsulate Mediterranean living.
Video 1: Malta
I covered plenty of ground touring fishing villages, UNESCO World Heritage sites, gr...
Travel is my side hustle. Okay, it's my main hustle. On second thought, "hustle doesn't accurately describe my stress-free, untethered life. So maybe I should replace that word with "life purpose". That sounds better already. I always knew that I would roam this planet with carefree, Tigger-like abandon. Who's Tigger? He's that zany, spontaneous, larger than life character from A.A. Milne's Winnie-the-Pooh series. He's best known for his pronounced, unapologetic bounce.
With that said, I enthusiastically bounced from one Swiss playground to the next as Switzerland's idyllic landscape unfolded before me. By embodying Tigger and his unbridled energy, I unleashed my inner child as I gallivanted across breathtaking terrain.
There's a raging party outside my window. Flashing neon lights and pulsating music at 2am? I couldn't ask for a more fitting Colombian welcome. While my eyelids craved sleep, my hips couldn't help but gyrate to infectious Latin beats. Shakira would be proud.
I tapped into Colombia's hip-shaking, Aguardiente-imbibing, caffeine-drinking spirit the second I landed in Bogota. That first night in Zona Rosa definitely set the joyful tempo that continued throughout my South American excursion. Who knew that a country once plagued by systemic violence could be so festive.
With that said, I've highlighted top 10 activities that reflect the lighter, more exuberant side of Colombia beginning with my favorite explosive past time.
There's no other way to describe them. Iguazu Falls are undoubtedly breathtaking and magnificent. I'll give you a few minutes to marvel at these South American cataracts since their overwhelming grandeur left me utterly gobsmacked. They must have made a huge impression on Eleanor Roosevelt* as well since these majestic cascades triggered her emphatic response - "Poor Niagara".
I've never seen Niagara Falls personally, but I'm tempted to someday draw my own conclusions. For now, I'll side with Ms. Roosevelt since I can't imagine anything remotely surpassingthese panoramic vistas.
These falls stretch across Brazil and Argentina, which means that you have two opportunities to view them. Two contrastin...
I'm ashamed to admit that I was not excited about revisiting Buenos Aires. Let me explain my hesitation. It was 2007 when I traveled from warm Madrid to frigid Buenos Aires wearing nothing but jeans and a sweatshirt. My luggage remained in Spain while I endured freezing Argentina temperatures. I could have purchased replacement clothing, but stores only sold razor thin outfits that barely covered my shivering body.
That was just the beginning.
My bad luck continued when my global phone (aka travel lifeline) disappeared from my backpack. It happened during Feria San Telmo - a weekly antiques fair where locals, tourists, and pick pocketers apparently flock.
There were other unfortunate incidents that I meticulously...
It's 11:30pm and I am seething. United just announced a 12-hour flight delay, which essentially wipes out my first full day in Brazil. I get it. Flight interruptions happen. But this was an expensive trip with an incredibly condensed itinerary. So even the slightest delay called for a triple caipirinha infusion to temper my disappointment.
It's my fault. I booked a fast-paced tour of Rio and didn't anticipate the pre-excursion snafu. I originally allocated 2.5 days to explore my bucket list city. So naturally, I reached my boiling point when precious hours suddenly vanished from my schedule.
Since I couldn't dwell on the uncontrollable, I let my rare meltdown dissipate as our plane finally made its...
If I could live anywhere in the world. My emphatic answer will always be Europe. No contest. Love me some Europe. Am I smitten? Perhaps. But OBSESSED is more apropos since my heart flutters whenever I daydream about a permanent migration.
My travel map says it all. I'm clearly crushing on this culturally-diverse region. Although I've covered plenty of pinned ground already, I can't possibly justify future cross-Atlantic expeditions without annihilating my savings. I could always go back to the corporate world, but that would be bad. Soul crushing bad.
The solution to my cash-strapped dilemma? French-influenced Quebec City - a cheaper alternative to flying halfway around the world from the Western United States. If European ch...
Picture this. It's your very first trip to Montreal and you are excited AF to explore every square inch of the city. So you strap on your comfiest kicks and saunter happily downtown until you encounter a massive crowd along trendy Saint Catherine Street. You have 2 choices:
Cross the police barricades and join the festivities, protest, or mob? Or skedaddle as quickly as possible to avoid a possible melee.
Barricades are somewhat foreboding to clueless tourists like me so I simply detoured without knowing what I had potentially missed or dodged. I didn't care either way since I was determined to see downtown Montreal without further interruption.
After 6 hours, my blistered feet headed back to the potentially-charged scene, where several...
From furry sloth butts to braless escapades, my posts are getting SAUCIER by the minute. Before your mind runs wild with salacious thoughts, let me explain why I chose such a risqué topic to describe my annual birthday getaway.
After trekking through Costa Rican rainforests, I couldn't wait to swap dirt-encrusted clothing with French-inspired dresses and off-the-shoulder tops. As someone who typically dons no-frills clothing, I shook things up a bit by packing flirty ensembles worthy of my inner fashionista.
My Coco Chanel-like alter ego would have scoffed if unsightly bra straps peeked from underneath these très chic looks. So I purchased a strapless, self-adhesive "invisible" bra to avoid this ghastly faux pas...