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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...
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...
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.
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.
how to be by yourself

how to be by yourself

I recently joined a mixed martial arts gym where jiu jitsu black belts and UFC champions train five feet from where I self-consciously stretch, fancying myself an incarnation of trainer Brock from Pokemon (a thought that makes me laugh, hence attracting more attention to my terrible hand wraps).  In need of some fighter mojo, I...
pastisio, moussaka & other odd dishes: the in's & outs of eating like a local

pastisio, moussaka & other odd dishes: the in’s & outs of eating like a local

RSJ favorite Megan Edmiston has recently come back from a whirlwind tour of Greece and the UK.  Her practical advice for eating like a local–and the mouth-watering photos that accompany it–will have you shamelessly reaching for haggis in no time.
the art of coming home

the art of coming home

You’re sitting at your desk, but in reality you’re elsewhere.  Sunning in Malaysia, luxuriating over tapas in Madrid. While the rest of your friends are planning their Thursday night, you’re still stuck in a foreign port. There is an art to coming home.  Rule #1? Be wherever you are right now.
in defense of traveling alone

in defense of traveling alone

I recently had drinks at Goldbar in Manhattan with that friend who always shakes his head.  I tell him of my most recent exploits, my hopes and dreams, and he gives that quiet smirk as if to say, “you’re out of control.”  Though well-meaning, his greatest gripe has always been that I prefer to travel...
somewhere between the andes and the world’s longest coastline

somewhere between the andes and the world’s longest coastline

The option of going on student exchange was my ‘get out of heartbreak free’ card when I found myself needing a hiatus from my life. What better way to jumpstart your heart than to throw yourself into the deep end and remember how to swim again?
that time we conquered cinque terre (or did it conquer us?)

that time we conquered cinque terre (or did it conquer us?)

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.