After the aurora borealis Iceland may be best known for its spas and hot springs. Most people know about the ever popular Blue Lagoon, but today I’m reviewing and comparing the Blue Lagoon, Secret Lagoon, and Myvatn Nature Bath.
We were unsure of what we stumbled upon, but there was an interesting stone staircase compelling us to explore. Looking down from where we parked it was difficult to take the entire scene in, but as the staircase curved down the hill it revealed the most mystical and magical place I’ve ever seen.
Until recently, Glymur stood as Iceland’s largest waterfall, knocked from its long reign by Morsárfoss, an outlet glacier of Vatnajökull revealed by the melting of Morsárjökull. Aside from being difficult for English speakers to pronounce, this discovery is a testament to Iceland’s forever changing landscape, and to exploring the road less traveled.
After spending a long weekend running around the city, my long-time friend Elise and I decided to embrace our inner tourists and see the sights. Aside from taking lots of selfies and walking around with an open map at all times, we recommend doing these five things in Seattle.
Whoever said, “Getting there’s half the fun,” must have had a personal jet, or a yacht, or maybe just a whole lot of patience.
Most people are drawn to Niagara Falls for—well for the falls. But, I had an entirely different, and slightly odd, reason for taking a trip to this landmark.
Assateague Island is about a 15 to 20-minute drive from Ocean City, a thin strip of land where Maryland and Virginia’s Chincoteague Island collide. There are no roads to connect the two, and in order to reach one from the other, you have to drive back to the mainland. And it's famous for one thing . . . wild horses.
Deep down inside, I’m a homebody. There’s nothing I enjoy more than nestling into my own bed, burrowing into a pile of pillows, and draping myself in fuzzy blankets with a book. As a self-declared introvert, I don’t just crave this alone time, I need it to recharge, to be myself again . . .
You’ve probably never heard of Newcomb, NY. If you have, I’m going to guess you’re either from somewhere near this modest, charming Adirondack town, you’re one of the approximate 400 people that currently live there, or, like my boyfriend, you grew up there . . .
For the first time since 1939, an Amorphophallus titanum, also known as the corpse flower, bloomed at the NY Botanical Garden. But, if you weren’t there with the other 2500 people this past weekend, you already missed it.
“Planning spontaneous travel” may be an oxymoron, but if you’re a Type A person like me than you plan everything—even your spontaneity. Find out how Google Maps can help you let your hair down while staying true to your proactive organized self.
When I decided to visit one new place a month, Pittsburgh was exactly what I hoped for. It’s a city that was low on my radar, few people mentioned it, and when they did all they said was, “Man, all those bridges,” and, “Make sure you try Primanti Bros.”
There’s a daiquiri joint about every 5 feet on Bourbon Street, most of them stand doorless and open, bright-colored frozen slush beckoning as it whirls around in machine after machine . . .
When I used to picture New Orleans, I imagined trails of hot, sweaty bachelor and bachelorette parties crowded together with to-go cups, little clothing, the roaring sound of their voices blurring together as they stumbled through unidentifiable puddles and drifted like a haze in the humidity . . .
A road trip with the right person can be all you need—even when traffic turns a four-hour trip into six. For my old college roommate Christine and I, the unexpectedly long drive was a chance to catch up, laugh, and . . .
Fort Tryon Park overlooks the Hudson River and is home to The Cloisters, a museum run by The MET. Come explore this lovely section of Hudson Heights and step back into a little piece of Medieval Europe.
Three years ago, I did a really moronic, idiotic, stupid thing. I fell in love. Don’t worry, it wasn’t stupid because of the guy (well not entirely anyway), it’s simply because we lived, and still live, two and half hours away from one another.
December 31st isn’t exactly a popular time to visit Martha’s Vineyard, it’s not exactly a New Year’s Eve hot spot, but still, we wanted to see the island for the first time in the offseason, to experience it at a slower, less crowded pace.
Welcome to the very first blog post of my new travel blog. Find out why I started these monthly adventures, and probably even more perplexing to you, why the heck I'm posting about January in June.
