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The City of Eternal Spring
Medellin, a bustling metropolis of over three million people, has a popular and well-known nickname, “The City of Eternal Spring.” I can say for certain that this particular nickname is well warranted and appropriate given the moderate temperatures and humidity that make up the day and night here. Among the cities and towns I’ve visited in Colombia thus far, Medellin is special in that its’ climate is hospitable and agreeable.
Accessing International Business Travel Security Risks
The prudent traveler wisely researches the security and safety risks inherent in every trip. Recent news provokes panic as an alarming number of stories of terrorist activity and armed shooter scenarios dominate the Internet and the airwaves. This doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t visit foreign locations or that no parts of some countries are safe. Americans should not be deterred from exploring the world. But citizens traveling abroad should do so with knowledge of the country and extreme caution.
Marlene AffeldPublished 7 years ago in Wander21 Magazines That Pay for Travel Writing
If you like to travel, you are in luck, because lots of magazines want to hear about your trips. And, as a bonus, they are perfectly willing to pay to get your insights, print your photos, share your adventures.
Erica VerrilloPublished 7 years ago in WanderMaximize Your Personal Freedom
For many, freedom is the ultimate goal in life. The highest aim. The freedom to explore, to make our own choices, to push the boundaries. To be, who we know in our heart of hearts, we can be, if only the world would let us.
Jordan DaviesPublished 7 years ago in WanderWhite Blank Page
I closed my eyes and absorbed the darkness, letting everything around me come alive. I had roamed the streets for hours, taking it all in: the smell of melted mozzarella on the world’s finest pizzas; the ghostly decadence of the city’s oldest buildings; a loud melody, Chopin perhaps, can be heard through an open window; the dazzling chaos of roses, daffodils and poppies sitting on sills, stealing each other’s colours; and the repetitive navy-and-white striped men, proudly parading visitors down Venice’s shimmering canals. As I reached San Marco, Venice’s personal hotbed of human stench and anarchic clatter, the sweltering summer air was hard to take in. The waves of flickering cameras and the howling chatter of the crowd engulfed the piazza. Revolted, I wriggled away from the daunting humanness. I moved away from the crowds seeking silence. The chatter faded away, as did the Sun and the unbearable trail of heat it left behind.
Carlota MauraPublished 7 years ago in WanderJust An Old Country Road
Unless you have lived in a city all your life, you probably have driven or walked down a country road. Sometimes it's a road home, a road to Grandma's house or to a favorite fishing or hunting spot.
Melbourne Gripped by Football Fever
Melbourne is a city that prides itself being totally and utterly obsessed with sport. Any sport or sporting event is greeted with enormous enthusiasm and excitement — this is the home of The Australian Open Tennis, this is the home of the Australian Formula One Grand Prix, this is the home of the Boxing Day Test (always one of the biggest cricket matches each year), the massive Spring Carnival horse racing series, and this is the home of Australian Rules Football.
Gareth JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in WanderAgainst All Odds: Tandeka's Story
The Sun beamed and I could feel the hard heat on the back of my neck. The grass shuffled, and we all stood there, quite still, quite petrified, before a beast we knew could tear our heads off in a matter of seconds. It isn’t easy to explain how, as I stood there knowing how deadly her fangs piercing on my skin would be, I felt no impulse to run as fast as I could. All I wanted was to stand there, looking at her for as long as I could, and take in the beauty of her mere existence. As I knelt before her, I felt alone. In my head, the others disappeared, and I felt her gaze upon me.
Carlota MauraPublished 7 years ago in Wander