Reflections on my accidental solo trip around Iceland's incredible Ring Road (not to be mistaken with the Golden Circle). Why I fell in love with Iceland and why I'll go back and do the same thing over and over again.
I moved to Costa Rica with my family when I was 8 years old. I wasn't sure I'd ever leave. But, after moving to the US and Canada and starting up a travel blog, here's my reflection on being raised in Paradise.
After one of the most hectic and frustrating travel situations where everything that could have gone wrong did go so very, very wrong, where we left San Francisco on strange terms, where we lost massive amounts of money we didn't have on what seemed like pointless things (I still haven't been refunded for that rental car I didn't rent), and we felt like we might never get home...spending one, wonderful day in Los Angeles was a true escape, and totally worth the struggle.
Lost and alone in the outskirts of Paris, I was wandering around in the rain when three men in a white car approached me and offered me a ride...would you have gotten in? It can be hard to know who to trust when you're travelling and when you're alone. Here are my thoughts on the subject of trust and safety for solo travellers.
Husavik is the whale watching capital of Iceland (some claim its the whale watching capital of Europe), and a little town more charming than I can only imagine George Clooney to be. It was a little bit out of the way, but I had heard about the great whale watching, and my only regret now is not staying longer. I'll move there if I ever get the chance (temporarily, of course).