Brevard is a criminally-underrated North Carolina hidden gem, and with opportunities to shop, hike, camp, stargaze, and drink all within a 30-minute radius, Brevard offers a little something for everyone!
Known as the Gateway to the Grand Canyon, Williams is one of the original pit stops on historic Route 66, which still runs through the center of town to this day. Capitalizing on its colorful history, the town of Williams has frozen in time, with many of the building still standing as a living, breathing gateway to the past.
The crowd spilled out into Jamaa Lafna Square like a waterfall into a lake. One moment, we were elbow to elbow in a narrow walkway, and the next, I found myself thrust into the bustling and vivacious town square.
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!
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”
Rule number one of shopping in the Souks? Haggle, haggle, and then haggle some more.
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.
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…
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”
I recently moved to France in what has easily become the greatest, most frustrating, and often maddening move of my life. There are days when I feel…… Read more “Depression is a Four-Letter Word”