There are no roller-bags in the Sahara. I am team backpack. If you’re on team roller bag, I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. At least, for...

I know, it’s hard to pack your life into a single backpack. But if you’re planning for an adult gap year or a travel sabbatical, packing...

When I traveled around the world, I hurt my back. Badly. Likely, really, really badly. It was sprained for months, and it was all because...

Corporate America would have you believe that the only way you can grow is behind a desk. I disagree. When my husband and I took a year...

Before I took my “adult gap year,” I thought I was the only one who had thought of the idea to take a year off to travel around the...

Lots of people worry about gaps on resumes. I get it. I worried about this too when my husband and I were planning our trip around the...

Alright, here’s the deal: we are snobs when it comes to pizza. At home, we make pizza at least twice a week – making the dough and sauce from scratch. It’s really good, but it’s no Neapolitan pizza.   For our first trip to Napoli, it was non-negotiable that we would go to pizza school – real pizza school. Thus, we found ourselves at the Associazione Verace Pizza Napoletana, in front of Enzo, a passionate pizzaiolo. Pizzaioli come from all over the world to learn at this schoo

Over seven months ago, I was bouncing between cafes in Los Angeles trying to wrap up work before the trip of a lifetime. Quitting our jobs to travel around the world for a year was a big risk, but it felt like a bigger risk not to take it. So, on March 5, my husband Nick and I boarded a plane out of the country and began our year-long sabbatical to travel through (predominantly) the Global South.  Here are some practical lessons we’ve learned along the way: #1: We weren’t the