Making travel stories we don't tell our mothers
I went through a rough patch recently. I found myself alone in a strange new city with all of my friends and family six thousand miles away. I was going through a heart wrenching breakup with my girlfriend, my travel companion had flown home to go back to work, and I was suddenly faced with... Continue Reading →
Probably the most common question I hear from people considering going to Morocco, or who know that I’ve lived there, is “isn’t the street harassment supposed to be terrible there?” Whether earned or not, Morocco has a reputation for being one of the most unsafe countries for women traveling alone. Stories of being followed, inappropriately... Continue Reading →
Responsibly Irresponsible 