This story is a part of Rambling & Roving’s "What a country!" series showcasing funny stories of culture shock from all around the world. There are things in life that should never mix; Don't get me wrong, mixing things you
Travel is one of those things that don't really need a justification. Like many of life's great pleasures, we simply do it for its own sake. However, throughout my own journey, I’ve come to realize that there’s a subtle reason
The boat sped down the Ria Lagartos estuary, passing shallow islets of tightly packed mangrove trees. Its waters were different shades of turquoise, mixed with the emerald green of the leaves and the bright baby blue of a clear July
The Riviera Maya on the eastern coast of the Yucatán Peninsula is world-renowned for its warm, turquoise waters and paradisiac beaches and Mexico’s most popular tourist destination. For the past couple of years, however, a new menace threatens to ruin
Planning a trip around Yucatán or the Riviera Maya in Mexico? You might want to brush up on how to say basic phrases in Maya. Maya is a family of Mesoamerican languages spoken by over 6 million people in Southern
What if I told you it really is possible to time travel and it requires no fancy machines? “Impossible!” you’d say. Now, what if I told you it’s something you could do from the comfort of an armchair? “Ridiculous! You’re
IMPORTANT NOTE: This article deals with my own experiences dealing with a particular type of depression that commonly affects travelers. I'm not a doctor or a psychologist nor should this article be taken as medical or psychological advice, rather as
I wanted to share some of the colorful characters one can encounter while traveling. Not every travel experience has to be exotic; the point of doing travel writing is to get a feel for the spirit of the place and
I looked out the plane window and down at the landscape over which we were flying. Range after range of snow-capped mountains spread out as far as the eye could see. It looked so surreal, almost like looking at a
Marcey and I walked down the wash that wound its way through the small canyon. Although it was barely the begging of April, the midday sun was blistering hot. Such is life in Arizona, a place of yellow-brown dryness. You