The cheap little adventures of an avid little traveler who, if not for her dream to one day become filthy rich, believes that, really, she doesn't travel as much as she should.

Her biggest frustration though? Her crappy photos during her travels, which clearly do not give justice to the beauty of the places she has visited. So please, forgive her for trying.

 

That wonderful moment when you first step out of the airport and you’re exhausted but you feel ALIVE because you’re alone—you’ve made it through another 16-hour flight!—you’re in a new place and you completely don’t know what to do or where to go. 
I MISS THIS! 

That wonderful moment when you first step out of the airport and you’re exhausted but you feel ALIVE because you’re alone—you’ve made it through another 16-hour flight!—you’re in a new place and you completely don’t know what to do or where to go. 

I MISS THIS! 

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!
Remembering Vegas 2010 at The Bellagio!

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!

Remembering Vegas 2010 at The Bellagio!

Also, someday I’m going to have money growing on my backyard and then I’m going to travel the world.

Also, someday I’m going to have money growing on my backyard and then I’m going to travel the world.

We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again—to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.

Why We Travel, Pico Iyer (via jenqidoodle)

(Source: worldhum.com)