Leave Your Daily Hell
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Yes: I shaved 13 days off a two-week trip, and flew halfway around the world (and back!) in two days so that I could make things right—and garden, bake brownies and watch the season finale of Veep—with the love of my life.
Here’s how to fly from L.A. to Paris this summer without going broke.
Selective vision is a necessity, on the Ethiopian plateau and in the hellish valleys beneath it, whether your selection is to be blind or to see.
Where can you take a romantic vacation and, as an American citizen, not even need a passport? San Juan, Puerto Rico—that’s where.
Turning 31 is not exciting—it’s realizing, for maybe the first time ever, that life doesn’t need to be exciting for me to be excited about living it.
I expected my driver to be shocked and amazed when I told him I’d visited his country more than five years prior, but all he seemed to care about was my nationality.
Scotland is as much its unreal beauty and surreal folklore as it is the contradictions that carpet the country like its iconic green grass.
Next year I’ll learn how to breathe in Beijing, so I can continue feeling as rosy as its delightful, toxic skies.
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