The Blog Abroad - Chronicles of an Adventure Junkie
I'm here to inspire others through my journey of being a solo female traveler, pushing the envelope of what's possible, and creating the life of my dreams through a relentless pursuit and downright hustle. Less about travel tricks and tips, this blog is more about what life is like traveling from a personal perspective.
“Some people are so poor, that all they have is their money.” — Rodolfo Costa
This is one of many quotes that I’ve written on my mantra pad, to remember and recite whenever I feel necessary.
It can be challenging sometimes, especially as a woman who has more ambition than the average person, to be so loud and proud on her journey and not feel like society wants you to be quiet and compliant in your little corner.
First and foremost, I’m extremely aware of my passport privilege and this lifestyle that allows me to travel more than the average person.
But the truth is that if you travel enough, you’ll find that some places either don’t live up to its expectations, albeit slightly unrealistic (thanks, Instagram!), or feel a little bit overrated once you finally land.
If you’re Black, Asian, Latinx, or racially ambiguous in the slightest, but were born in a first world country, it’s likely that you’ve been on the receiving end of this question: “but where are you REALLY from?”
And I’m not referring to the friendly small talk where this question springs up from genuine curiosity. I’ve been mistaken for Brazilian, Colombian, Jamaican, South African, and more — from people trying to figure out what box to put me in.…
*reaches into your pockets and pulls out ashes of hopelessness* Too soon? Okay, okay, I’m not calling you broke, but let’s just say you haven’t quite figured out how your blog can pay all your bills yet.
And I’m not going to act like monetizing a blog is the easiest thing in the world either. In fact, I recently learned at a conference that I’m in the 1% of travel bloggers who make a full-time income from their blog.…
Many of you have probably seen the BBC News article floating around this week about a restaurant in New York (Nello is the name if you’re curious) that told a woman she couldn’t sit at the bar alone as the owner was wanting to, and I quote, “crackdown on hookers.”
How considerate. *eye roll*
But it brought attention to the much bigger picture of the stigmas placed around a woman who, by choice, wants to do something alone.…
It’s a talent to look so poised, yet be so clumsy.
While I’d like to believe I piss glitter and walk on water, the truth is, I DO I’m just short of a hot mess, and that sh*t is a skill.
It’s my most treasured talent the way I’m able to finesse my way out of the strangest and most awkward situations, but just like I did last year, let’s toast to my inability to function like an adult and recount my ten worst travel moments of the year.…
If there’s one thing that frequent travelers can all agree on, it’s that we dread airports. It’s a stressful and lawless place. Sandwiches cost $50, people will pass out literally anywhere, and beer is pretty much the liquid fuel of champions when you have to catch a red-eye flight.
It only took me three years to understand how much easier life is when you don’t show up to the airport an hour before your flight in a frantic panic and how the airport and everyone else is to blame except you.…