“I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.” -- Yan Martel, Life of Pi To the Readers of Something In Her
In writing about Serbia, a landlocked country on the Balkan Peninsula of Eastern Europe, I'd like to convey two points -- I made it to my 50th country - Serbia! Serbia is interesting My recent travels helped me reach a personal milestone
I can't recall exactly when my desire to see and know the world so deeply began. I grew up exploring the United States with my family extensively on summer road trips. On these excursions my mother would have my siblings and I
Twelve hours. That's all the time I had to explore the highlights of Athens on my recent trip to Greece. Of course this ancient city is worthy of far more of a traveler's time, but time is a luxury I've rarely
When you tell people you’re going to Memphis, one of two things happens – they either greet your statement with a blank stare, eyes glazed over by a lack of anything to say about Tennessee’s second most populous city, or
Living with an Italian roommate as a study abroad student in Australia cemented ideas of Italy into my mind long before my feet had ever set foot in the country. At the time Italy was such a distant dream and I
Note: The following is a guest post by Lea Ann Christenson On Easter afternoon I found myself being whisked from Tokyo to Kyoto on the Shinkansen (bullet) train. Sitting alone in my comfortable seat, the Japanese countryside wooshed by at a
By the time the rest of the group loads into the green pick up truck that is to take us on our island road trip, the only seat left for me is the middle. To spend a day in Papua New
I was recently interviewed about travel and Something In Her Ramblings for a feature in Cooperatize, a company that connects brands and bloggers. Since many of you are not members, and I put a lot of my heart into answering these questions
My family has always loved road trips. Up and down our home state of California we’d drive, or on towards the golden cornfields of Nebraska or the wide blue skies of New Mexico, racking up the miles on childhood summer