Sono Solo | Travel Essays

I’m in a cocoon, nestled in my duvet and a thick blanket. Something stirs, and I open my eyes. I can only see the silhouette of a man. He’s sitting in the driver’s seat of my SUV, hot steam bellowing out of what looks like a stainless steel travel mug. He takes a sip. “Who….”…

Turquoise Walls | Travel Essays

It’s early evening in Wildwood. I just spent the day exploring Cape May, one of the more affluent and hoity toity beach towns in Southern New Jersey, mother, aunt, cousin and father in tow. At one point, my parents and I went wine-tasting, a joyous yet disappointing activity where my mother and I made similarly…

Norfolk | Travel Essays

“You should get in one,” Sandra says, gesturing towards the oversized plastic balls. I had watched a seven year old spin around in one earlier. Her clothes, damp and her hair, soaking wet, her knees wobbled as she struggled to stand up. She had an interesting expression, a compromise between panic and pure exhileration. My…

þetta Reddast

The theater is dark now. A solitary couple, with matching grey hued short haircuts share a cross look. Glancing behind them, they look at the girl, who is shamelessly drinking a tall glass of wine, munching on popcorn, and snapping pictures.

Travel Essays About Phoenix

24 Hours in Phoenix

I’m dripping with sweat. My skin feels like the surface of a freshly baked cookie; warm to the touch, with the promise of crisping.

Wild Belle | Travel Essays

It’s a Tuesday. I’m sitting in Fullsteam, carefully sipping a plastic cup of water. I check my phone. She’s on her way.

Liz | Travel Essays

It’s a Thursday evening, at dusk. The residential street I’m walking down is lovely. Cozy homes snuggled into hilltops. Vibrant red and yellow leaves scattered beneath cars, aside curbs.

That Time I Hitch-Hiked To Vatnajökull

This story is one of my favorites, and the inspiration for my kick ass mountain tattoo. I’ve been asked many times what the tattoo symbolizes. I always have the same response. A grin, then a tale about exhaustion, two Icelandic mountain men, and a little bit of drifty magic.