As a little girl it wasn’t difficult to get me to go to church. While the other kids had to be dragged down the block, Game Boys pried from their cold, sticky hands and mothers yelling Italian expletives across the avenue, I happily slipped on my white patent leather flats and my sweater and grabbed …

There was no doubt about it, I was lost. Lost in London. I had just finished a great (read: fast) lunch with a dear old friend, an ex-pat living in London, and filled up on fish and chips. I was ready to explore London, but there were a few challenges at hand. Heathrow did not …

After hours shuttling from airport to airport, I had finally arrived in Rwanda. I settled into my small hotel room, fully prepared to wash up and head down for a big meal. That never happened but jet lag did. I laid my head down on the squishy pillows I had pushed to the foot of …

Leave it to me to come all the way down to Las Vegas and find the hipster bar in town. The one with a witty piano-playing tune-crooning staff, dive bar looks, and over-sized eyeglasses everywhere. To be fair, I didn’t exactly wander in off the street. I was led, not kicking or screaming, by Diana, …

When I was in Rio in December there was one thing I wrote in my notebook before I left: Coconut with straw. I’m a non-planning type of traveler and, save for a guidebook or map and some websites saved to my phone, I live to grab recommendations from people and just walk around. In my …