Wiping their slobbery hands on everything, picking their noses, ripping their masks off, eating dropped food off the ground, and people coughing all over them—THESE were my fears about flying with my twin toddlers during the COVID-19 pandemic.
So, I met my girlfriend in Southampton, England (my home town). I had recently returned from living in Bulgaria and she was studying as a film student in Southampton when we met. After a while, we decided to move in together. Everything was perfect. We lived together; worked together; basically did everything together. Until one day we, and the rest of the world, would be thrown into utter turmoil.
Being a native of the District of Columbia area (raised in Arlington, VA - approximately 5 miles from the city) I’ve always been surprised when transplants (non-natives) find it so rare to meet a local. I typically joke with them that all the locals hang out together in their homes rather than go out much, and that’s why it’s not easy to meet one. While I haven’t researched the rates in cities that transplants interact with locals, I would think it’s not that high. Every single one of my close friends are local, so where transplants see scarcity - I see abundance. I find it funny that some think the city is solely a patchwork of gypsies or aspiring politicians - for there are many who found comfort in staying home *and* living in a bustling city. While DC is no NYC, it does have its share of artsy, hipster, and socialite circles. But I digress! What I love about this city is that every decade the neighborhood will change faces - old bars will retire their reign and new ones will rise up. In that sense - a list of new bars to visit will never end - and I don’t mind. Below are my favorite DC bars - from the POV of a local:
Since moving to New Zealand back in March of 2020, before the pandemic of course. I have been on the hunt to try my best to do all the things that go off the beat and path! Sure tourist attractions are fun, but they can be crowded and over-done. I've made it an important mission to find hidden gems all across the country that could fit any sort of traveler!
As fall starts to roll around again this year, we are so excited to take part in all of our favorite fall traditions and activities. From decorating our home to drinking a cozy hot drink from our local coffee shop, there's just something about the Fall season that makes us feel warm and happy inside. Above all those though, there's the time-honored tradition of going to a pumpkin patch, finding that perfect Jack-O-Lantern gourd, and maybe even picking up some apple cider or other fall goodies!
This article is written as a bit of comedic fun and shouldn’t accurately represent all the people who visit Japan on the regular! These are inspired from all the weird and wonderful personalities I came across when travelling Japan with One Life Adventures.
Along the banks of the Chao Phraya river lay parts of Bangkok rarely visited by outsiders. This the Bangkok, the Siam, of yesteryear. A place of narrow alleyways quiet during the heat of day but full of life, noise and barbeque smoke at night. It’s a contradiction to much of the ever modernising city where skyscrapers and shopping malls multiply by the day.
While visiting my bestie in the Cape Cod area of Massachusetts, I was taking an early-morning walk along the oceanside beach with my two dogs. I had just finished a ghost-writing project and was taking a much needed break before re-reading it and making any necessary revisions. There was no one else on the beach but me, my dogs and the birds; the seals were nowhere to be seen as the day hadn't warmed up yet. I was pondering what my bestie had told me about the history of the area. It was said, and many artifacts had been found on the ocean side of the Cape, that many a Pirate Ship and others as well had sunk in the area. In the early spring, many ship parts washed up onto the beaches in some areas and treasure sometimes can be found, but at what cost? The waters are very dangerous and many attempts at diving for the treasure without the proper equipment had brought death to those that have tried. This is all real and true and many still try to get to these ships each year. These were Pirate waters at one time and many still speak of possible untold treasures buried in the area.
By the time I get to the viewpoint, my lungs are aching. Not because this is a particularly challenging hike (in fact, by BC's standards it's a pretty easy one), but because of the lingering byproduct of wildfires from the South and to the East, steadily making its way over to us.