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business travel like a boss

business travel like a boss

Whether you’re a starry-eyed newcomer dreaming of mile-high financial transactions, or a hardened SkyMiles veteran who knows better, three of RSJ’s most-trusted consiglieri dished the secrets and setbacks of traveling for business. The consensus? Sometimes that 4 am wake-up call is an offer you’d like to refuse.
life through the window seat

life through the window seat

The Tichka Pass: I joke that it’s the “widow-maker.” Nestled between the Atlas Mountains in southern Morocco, this winding path is neither for the weak of mind nor stomach. Cliffs drop dramatically on either side, and you realize that an inch of miscalculation on the road and you could meet an unfortunate fate. If you...
five smartphone apps that will save your trip

five smartphone apps that will save your trip

Navigating the world of smartphone applications can be as difficult as shopping for the best airline prices. The tides are constantly shifting, and you never know if something better is lurking around the corner. Luckily, RSJ has sifted through some of the most popular travel apps to bring five essentials you should never leave home...
what's in our suitcase: spring edition

what’s in our suitcase: spring edition

As a serial spring cleaner, I’ve been organizing closets, carry-ons & my brain all month.  Here are a few of the amazing finds I won’t be leaving for London without — from the book that helped me drop pounds (effortlessly!) to the bag I have to hide to prevent conversation. Look, smell, and think like...
a georgian toast

a georgian toast

I knew it was going to be a long day when, at 11:30 in the morning, I gurgled down young, bitter Georgian wine siphoned from a clear tube attached to a large blue barrel. The trek through Stalin’s birthplace, a snow-dusted little town called Gori in rural Georgia, had left my toes painfully numb and...
the art of returning

the art of returning

  There’s something magical about visiting a place for the first time. That first glimpse of the majestic Swiss Alps, the initial whiff of French bakeries brimming with fresh baguettes, the first time my toes dug into the white sand beaches of the South Pacific, the way my heart rate nearly doubled when I first...
a different kind of luxury

a different kind of luxury

I had never considered myself to be a luxurious traveler until recently. I would say that 90% of my travels have been for study abroad. I was on a scholarship, a budget, and my twin bed in the dorm room wasn’t exactly my idea of luxury. It wasn’t until I was sitting in the back...
staying fit while you travel (no, seriously)

staying fit while you travel (no, seriously)

Worried about staying fit while you travel? Here are some ideas: Avoid all macarons, croissants, chai teas, bubble teas, green curries, pork dumplings, roti pratas, pizza margheritas, swiss chocolates, paellas, falafels, scones, gelatos, bakhlavas, wines, champagnes, stouts, etc…. …or get a life.
odysseus really pisses me off sometimes

odysseus really pisses me off sometimes

I’ve loved Homer’s Odyssey ever since I was fourteen.  There is an aura to long books that soaks you in, perpetuating the experience for enough pages that you feel like no one is shoving you out the door.
goodbye london--sincerely, your most immature resident

goodbye london–sincerely, your most immature resident

  For all of my neuroses made worse by London weather conditions—an aversion to flat hair, a desire to wear Fendi sunglasses when its been overcast for, I don’t know, three years, a heinous propensity to lose umbrellas—I am really going to miss this place.
when is it time to go home?

when is it time to go home?

Archers have a bad rap for being control freaks. Any human who can sustain the mental warfare that is shooting one hundred and twenty seven arrows at the same target could be classified as bonkers.  A wrist turn here, extended elbow there—two centimeters of a mistake and your arrow lands in Brazil. It must take...
fifty shades of house hunting

fifty shades of house hunting

Two months ago, I cried my eyes out at a coffee shop in one of London’s poshest neighborhoods.  A few platinum blondes adjusted their Hermes Kelly bags and batted their heavily rimmed eyelashes long enough to confirm that I wasn’t dying, and continued their stroll to whichever Tory Burch was having a sale.