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...
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...
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.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this video must be worth a million. Follow expat Giulia Cibotti through an incredible montage that captures “The Beijing Pace.” With a Calvin Harris soundtrack & definitive urban style, you’ll want to join the madness…that is, if you can keep up.
The math simply wasn’t in our favor. We were four girls – admittedly four fairly ambitious girls – against Cinque Terre, or “Five Lands” in Italian. Italy had the upper hand.
RSJ contributor Megan Edmiston lost herself & everything along with it. So what did she do? After fighting, screaming and shedding many tears, she packed her bags and headed across the ocean.
In his closing remarks at the end of Mass, Priest Don Franco called our meeting un miracolo. Two months ago, my friends and I stumbled into an empty Cathedral in Ferrara and I wound up with an incredible opportunity to sing for a packed Palm Sunday Mass.
The twenty-first century is obsessed with concision. One-hundred thirty character tweets, Sparknotes, thumb drives. How do we reconcile a country whose history and dramas are as vast as Russia’s while satiating our appetite for bite-sized pieces? As I learned while reflecting on St. Petersburg at 2 am, sometimes we can’t.
In the war between Madrid and Barcelona, which one will you choose — the place that opens its arms, or the one that eludes you? RSJ founder Gillian Kemmerer discusses her love affair with Barcelona (namely its people), and the city’s curious habit of escaping her grasp.
Check out RSJ Contributor Dana Bruxvoort’s first installment of the “That Time We…” series. Dana reflects on the uncomfortable experience of renewing her Thai visa, and how sometimes all we need is a good song and a gorgeous sunrise to refresh our point of view.
Good question! That Time We… is a blog series dedicated to the glorious travel anecdotes of RSJ, its contributors, and its readers. Whether you have a cautionary tale, hilarious run-in, romantic case of serendipity, or simply a reflection – WE WANT TO HEAR IT!