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...
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...
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...
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[video] the beijing pace
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 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
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...
that time we built castles in barcelona
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.
change in latitude, change in attitude: a travel partner survival guide
Do you have nightmares of your best friend becoming your mortal enemy after a trip to Copenhagen gone-awry? Here is a complete survival guide to help ensure that you and your travel buddies still love one another at the end of trip.
convince your parents
A close friend of mine always reminds me in times of trouble that “poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.” I don’t know where he picked up that catch phrase, but it’s profoundly true…most of the time. And then sometimes it isn’t.
why study abroad might refresh your friends list
When I sit down with study abroad nay-sayers and cautious plane-hoppers, I’m often faced with the same fear masked in a variety of forms.
penny for your thoughts