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On every corner, nestled in every building there are neat little shops selling all kinds of wares. I feel the need to walk into each of them and see what they might be selling, whether it’s the 15th farmacia I’ve visited for all the random things I realize I have forgotten, to little bodegas selling
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My years of experience traveling taught me to come prepared for unusual situations. This proved very useful as I finally broke down and took the antibiotics I stowed away in case of an emergency. Only after I started to feel immensely better did I find farmacias that contained medicines I was even remotely familiar with.
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Well it happened. The dreaded airport cooties got to me. Day 6 of my trip and my head is pounding and my throat hurts. The pace of this trip so far has been the equivalent to bootcamp in the southern summer. I already have bad knees and a bum back, add to that being sick
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Default me is a chaotic whirlwind of spur of the moment decisions and haphazard planning. Yet travel mode me is meticulous to the point of being neurotic. I have printed lists with checkmarks, detailed preparations on my whiteboard, enough itinerary pages to make a small book printed out. Everything is checked and double checked. Do
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I started writing for the Global Gator while I was abroad. I thought it would be a great way for me to collect my thoughts and to show others of a millennial age that you too, can take out massive amounts of debt, shirk your responsibilities, and pretend to be a young person abroad. I
Ghosts in The Attic 