Glasgow and Edinburgh

I was still sick the morning my flight left Dublin for Glasgow. I distinctively remember trying to force myself to finish a small jar of almond butter on the bus ride to the airport. Each spoon I forced in, I was calculating roughly how many euro cents worth were left in the jar. I eventually…

Holyhead and Dublin

The morning before I left Betws-y-Coed, I took one last walk through the green space close to the tourist office. There I met a gal from Poland with a huge backpack who was embarked on a solo backpacking trip that was much more “ballsy” than mine. She had arrived in the city the same evening…

Solo Backpacking Trip

I’ve been itching to travel lately, but it’s not a good time now: we have a newborn and there’s cold weather all over Europe. We’re trying to hold out till spring at least, so we can go somewhere new and enjoy picnics and zoos and playgrounds. In the meantime, I’ve been reminiscing about those days…

Did I Meet a Lover Boy?

(I mean that as an honest question that I don’t know the answer to.) I wasn’t planning to share this because it’s a little embarrassing, but my husband encouraged me that this story could be educational for young ladies who may not realize that trafficking can start when they meet a “nice guy.” To be…

Hey, listen to this!

As a special treat (and due to some unexpected illness and fatigue), I’m interrupting my current series about the Slovak maternity ward to bring you this special guest podcast!! It’s relevant to this blog because it’s a small (but growing) collection of stories from people around the world, and what makes the world smaller if…