Following Vanlifers on social media is fun. I know because I used to follow loads of them. Some of the shots are mind blowing. Beautiful beaches, mountains and forests. They really make you feel like van life is the only way to go. No worries, no responsibilities, no work, sounds perfect right? The trouble is there are worries, loads of them. If you’re travelling with animals or kids, then there are responsibilities. And as for no work, if you’re not working then you’re not moving. Fuel costs money, and if you want money, you have to work.

How's it going guys? I'm Tom. I turned 18 a few months ago and being an adult means you have more of a say both politically and socially. So, here is where my head's at in this point of time.

People like to compare the size of a city to another city so that they can get a feeling for how big it is. As if the size of a city would tell you anything about how good it is to actually live there.

Hi, everybody! Today I want to tell you about my personal experience in Bali.

Two Different Countries. Two Different Worlds. Two Different Lifestyles. The world is filled with many different countries. They all have their own ways of life. Each is individual in it’s own way. There may be times when certain traits overlap, but there will always be some core differences between them. Whether it be the people, landscape, weather, jobs, foods, or traditions. They are all unique. The country to which I am going to be writing about currently though, is Honduras. I’m going to be showing the differences between one of the most popular countries and a country which has a bad rap of being extremely dangerous. America Vs. Honduras.

The world has now turned into a global village. The advances in information technology have made it easier to travel across geographical borders and communicate across time and space. But unfortunately the technological revolution hasn’t done anything to facilitate better communication inter-culturally. In order to have an effective collaboration between cultures, efforts must be made to develop common shared meanings. For that purpose, we have to understand the cultural differences among us and share cultural information.

It was a weekend in midwinter and my girlfriend Hillary and I decided to take a drive down to Cape Cod. Rain was threatening, but we crossed our fingers that it would pass to the north of us. Hillary brought along a few old mixtapes and we made our way south down Pilgrims Highway.

It has been brewing in my mind for a few months—the idea of sharing some stories of my experience living in the Philippines—since I began retelling them woven within different funny anecdotes I would share with friends to try to give a sense of how different, sometimes bizarre (if viewed through Americanized eyes), and often illuminating life in a foreign country can be.

Initially, when asked what my favourite thing in the world was, I would say my daughter. She will always remain my number one. Until her sister is born then she will have to share the top spot.

Wait, doesn't "Scandinavian countries" mean the same thing as "Nordic countries"? Before we start going into the title of this post, it is necessary to clarify this.

Not just because of the sweet, lyrical and at times comical way the words roll off my tongue. Or the way it reminds me of those late nights held tightly in a handsome Italian's arms. I'm in love with Italian because of how the language is formed.

Over the years French style and the French way of life has been coveted by women the world over. In fact I would go as far as to say we are obsessed with the skinny, chic ladies from over the pond who know that they just have that ‘Je Ne Sais Quoi”.