Last weekend, a festival called “Wanderlust” rocked the beautiful hills of Lake Tahoe, California. This festival combines sweet musicians like Andrew Bird, Girl Talk, Broken Social Scene, and Jenny Lewis with yoga classes taught by pros. Sadly we missed it, but we still think that’s a pretty sweet combo. [WanderlustFestival.com]

Here are some festivals we want to check out, plus a few that we wish existed.

Before I start, I want to tell my current boyfriend something. Babe, I did not cheat on you while I was in Chicago.

Now that that’s out in the open, let’s begin. You went on vacation, you met some hot guy, you [insert excuse here] that you had a boyfriend, and you [insert what you did with hot dude]. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to tell you what you should do—and what I did – afterward. Confess.

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

We all need girls-only weekends, and not only because groups of women are excellent single-guy bait. A weekend away with your closest friends is a good way to put just about anything in perspective, including a recently ended relationship. Once you decide to embark on a testosterone-free journey, there are a few things you shouldn’t do.

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

Even if you’re not going to Fiji or the Maldives, accidentally ending up in a popular honeymooning spot while not actually on your honeymoon is easier than you think, especially with the abundance of all-inclusive deals online. If watching smooching couples while chilling out with your friends makes you want to puke, no worries. You can still have a blast, even if you’re not traveling with your newly committed soul mate.

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

Having a boyfriend you’ve been on vacation with isn’t the same thing as having a boyfriend. Vacationing together is a serious step, and you need to proceed with caution. It’s kind of like meeting the parents, a move nobody makes on the first date. There’s more to consider than the cost of plane tickets. Of course, a few trial sleepovers can help, but there are other things to consider…

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

Long flights aren’t just for, well, flying. While you’re thousands of feet above ground, why not join a certain club? You know exactly what I mean. While I’m not an expert on helping you find that handsome, adventurous someone for your tryst, I can definitely help with the logistics, especially now that planes are feeling more like sardine cans lately (thank you fuel prices). And joining the MHC is really the best way to end any vacation.

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

Obviously, the word “summer” goes perfectly with the word “fling,” but trying to combine the two during your stay at a 12-bed hostel while you’re visiting some over-priced European country can be tricky, though it’s not impossible. I love to stay in hostels even in a booming economy because they’re the best place to meet other travelers – unless you encounter a 56 -year old who creeps all the other guests out—and learning the hostel hookup ropes is key to the hostel experience. So what do you do once you’re ready to swap spit with the man of your dreams and he happens to be staying at the same 20-Euro-per-night place as you for the next few days? (NOTE: For our purposes, “hookup” is used in a PG or PG-13 manner, unless you really like performing for an audience.)

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

Three years ago, I spent New Year’s in a Middle Eastern country with lots of Jewish people. While my mother was pressuring me to try and “find a nice Jewish boy” as I traipsed around the desert (looking dehydrated and sweaty), the guy I had started seeing a few weeks earlier was still at home in the States. I spent a significant part of the two-week trip trying to figure out whether I should call—shouldn’t I be allowed to wish him a Happy New Year? My mind was spewing out a ton of reasons to pick up the phone and dial the number I’d written on a slip of paper and kept in my pocket, but I decided against it. I wasn’t ready to give up the power of seeming carefree and only slightly interested. And I didn’t want to scare him off just because I had a serious phone addiction. More importantly, I wanted to prevent myself from being hurt by first learning how he felt about me. So instead of wasting precious vacation time on a long distance conversation, I climbed hills, drank lots, and enjoyed the mud in the Dead Sea. By the end of my trip, I was so distracted that I didn’t even consider sending a one-line text.

But we’re not getting beehives at the beauty salons anymore, and playing hard to get isn’t the only tactic (even though we did date after I returned). For your convenience, I’ve broken down every possible travel scenario for you, because there’s nothing better than taking some real time to over analyze every new move you make with a guy you just started dating.

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than that of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

There have been many times I’ve put on way too much makeup only to coyly sip a martini at the bar, chatting with a close girlfriend. Our first goal in meeting for a drink was to talk (there’s always random stuff to catch up on). Our second—the one requiring the lipstick and mascara—was to meet men. It never works; we do way too much talking and remain in an anti-social huddle, sitting on our bar stools the entire time.