Personal Stories

8 Life Lessons Learned From Traveling With Dad

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The father-daughter bond is one of the most important there is. According to many studies, the presence or lack thereof can be a large determinant of a woman's success in marriage and life. My father is my partner in crime, and he is 46 years my senior. He lived an entire lifetime before I even graced this earth. I'm not sure if it was right timing (if men a[...]

How Tel Aviv mended my travel-weary heart

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It all started at Munich airport last December. I had just come back from the fourth long-haul flight in two weeks with a serious flu and none of meds I’d been throwing in worked. My body was dead tired, I was awake for 24 hours. It was getting late and then my flight to Berlin was canceled and I was supposed to be at a really important video shoot early the[...]

Growing up on the road: A travel memoir

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My sister Debbie recently visited me at home in Berlin. She had just finished high school and was about to embark on a summer (and perhaps a life) of adventuring and solo travel. Now she's off to Nairobi, Kenya for three months, followed by an Interrail trip through Eastern Europe. She has always been my little girl and it's so, so, so strange to see her gro[...]

An ode to writing postcards

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Starting an article with a line such as 'When I was young' might potentially kill your vibe, but I'll still go for it and hope for the best. So... when I was (very) young the internet just wasn't that much of a thing (for most of us) and I would spend almost all of my pocket money on film rolls and stamps. True story. And even though my feelings for the [...]

Traveling Alone and the Myth of Loneliness

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It is true that one of the reasons why I usually travel alone is that my potential travel buddies either don’t have the time, the money, or simply the same interests as me. However, the main reason why I prefer to travel alone is that it gives me freedom to do what whatever I like at my own pace. For me, the best benefit of traveling alone is the independ[...]

A Sri Lankan Bus Ride

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It's about 40 degrees C. My right wrist is unable to move, jammed in between a cultrate, dusty window frame and a serious-looking guy, holding fast onto his brown leather briefcase. Two giggly schoolgirls and a lady with a colorful dress and a giant, glittery painting are tightly framing the situation. My pose actually hurts, but I just go with it. Every[...]