Frothy beer served in frosty-cold glass beer steins. Frocks reminiscent of a Brothers Grimm storybook. Pretzels as large as your head dusted in hail-sized salt. A brisk chill in the air that is no match for the heady warmth rising from the alcohol in your core. It’s the season of Oktoberfest, and if you’re anything like me (@lifeofbusynothings), you’re deeply in your element in this autumnal celebration.
Tag: Travel
36 Hours in Charleston
How should you maximize your time in Charleston? Here, I will share with you our itinerary, what we recommend, and what was not worth the time or expense.
Travel Words in Other Languages
This year, I’ve discovered an obsession with discovering new words that don’t exist in English, words that encompass specific feelings, emotions, or actions that take many words in English to express, but that other languages have condensed into a single, beautifully crafted word. I love how other languages exist and weave together such a deeply complex sentiment into a rich tapestry of a word that expresses everything simultaneously.
I’ve found many such words through much research and dives into the Internet, and here, I’ve condensed them all into one handy list for you! if you use any of these words or definitions on your blog or Instagram, please tag me at @lifeofbusynothings!
How to be a One-Percenter at the Grand Canyon
Did you know that only 1% of all tourists at the Grand Canyon actually make it to the bottom? Over 99% of all people who visit the Grand Canyon are unable to make it all the way to the bottom of the inner canyon, or even below the Rim!
Travel Hacks for those with the Wanderlust Bug
You never really realize just how small Europe is until you find yourself in a whole other country, with its own language and culture, after a train…… Read more “Travel Hacks for those with the Wanderlust Bug”
Never Pay Full Price – How to Haggle in Morocco
Rule number one of shopping in the Souks? Haggle, haggle, and then haggle some more.
Morocco (Part 2) – The Bazaar
Traveling alone, I found myself very suspicious of the people around me, nervous of any pickpockets who might attempt to steal my cash and identity. My hostel was situated just outside of the city center, in what must have been a residential area, as there were no shops to be found, and very little foot traffic. My antennae went up, the heckles on my neck raised.
About Hostels in Morocco
Kammy Hostel is centrally located right outside of the labrynth of bazaars and souks. There are no doors to the rooms, and no lockers. However, there is a nice sense of community that convincingly reassures travelers that their belongings are safe. Regardless, distrustful as I am, I did end up hiding my most important valuables (passport, plane tickets, etc) underneath my mattress.
Morocco (Part 1) – Arrival
My trip to Morocco was one of the most incredible experiences of my life – never before had I embraced such spontaneity and (dare I say) reckless abandon in my entire life, and never had I felt more alive. I never want to forget the desert, the spices, the people, the magic…
Wild Child of the Wind
There’s a castle in the sky, floating on clouds, A crystal tower where only dreamers are allowed, Looking out the window, I can see its spires, Set…… Read more “Wild Child of the Wind”
