Welcome to Wanderlust 2013! Pack your bags, because over the course of the next few weeks, we’ll be all about travel, travel, travel! And we want your participation as well. We want to know about all the places you’ve visited and where you would recommend your fellow Frisky readers stay, eat, drink, shop, party, and play around the world. And don’t leave out your hometowns either — we want to get your local expertise as well. Just answer a series of questions below (share those answers on your Facebook page, encouraging your friends to chime in too) and we’ll compile all the answers into a series of travel guides packed with your picks. Bon voyage!
This past week, I had the pleasure of traveling to St. Simons Island, a little island about the size of Manhattan off the southern coast of Georgia. St. Simons is on the ocean, but also surrounded by marshland, and is home to around 15,000 people full time. St. Simons is part of what’s called the Golden Isles, which also includes a place called Sea Island, and another called Jekyll Island (which, seriously, maybe consider a name change?).
I spent a lovely three days on St. Simons and learned quite a few things about island life — lessons that I’m hoping to take into my completely land-locked existence. Keep reading »
The Frisky’s former intern extraordinaire, Daley, is studying abroad during her spring semester. Over the next several months, she’ll be writing us dispatches from her studies in Africa.
My butt was starting to ache as his backbone constantly shifted from underneath me. With every step he took, my thumping heart was anticipating a fall as I held on for dear life to the experienced rider in front of me. My legs stretched out farther than they ever have and the blanket placed between us was doing little to subside my distress. It was my third week in South Africa, I had yet to start school, and I was free riding the world’s largest land animal. Keep reading »
Approximately 10 years ago, my mom and I decided were going to become scrapbookers, so we went to the scrapbooking store and bought all the special paper and scissors and decorative stickers that you have to buy in order to join the scrapbooking lifestyle. I spent a week creating two painfully detailed scrapbook pages documenting a family trip to Disneyland, complete with rickrack borders and trip artifacts like ticket stubs and soiled napkins. It was exhausting. I gave up my scrapbooking hobby, but I’m always looking for new, simple ways to document travels and experiences. For example, this cute travel stub diary lets you collect pictures and bits of travel ephemera, and just slide them into the clear plastic pages. Now that’s my kind of scrapbook. [$15, Uncommon Goods]
It took a team of 14 bakers, pastry chefs, and candy artists nearly 3,000 hours to create the world’s first edible pop-up hotel in Soho, London. The Willy Wonka-esque wonderland welcomed its first guests this week, a couple who enjoyed a carpet made of meringues, bouquets of sugar roses, fudge windowsills, spongecake pillows, 100 pieces of edible art, and a clawfoot bathtub full of caramel corn, which sounds incredibly uncomfortable, especially if a stray kernel found its way into one of your body cavities, but that’s neither here nor there. Check out a few more pictures of this massive sugar coma waiting to happen, after the jump! Keep reading »
So, dilemma, you guys! My friends and I are planning a trip this summer to Montana. Big sky country, blah blah blah. Everybody — even my fellow vegan boyfriend — wants to go to a rodeo. Rodeos really make me uncomfortable, and before you assume I’m just assuming they’re terrible, I’ve been to rodeos in both Texas and New Jersey. Yes, I know they’re not as bad as bullfights, but I still don’t like the idea of animals being used for “entertainment” purposes. And while perhaps not as many animals die in rodeos, they’re certainly hurt and maimed for the sake of “sport.” Keep reading »
So, huge news: my boyfriend Nick and I are moving from Portland to Nashville, Tennessee! Remember when we visited last year and were totally smitten with the city? Well, our lease is up at the end of this month, and we’ve decided it’s the right time to give southern living a try. Neither of us has ever done a major move like this. We are incredibly excited. We are totally terrified. And we are full of questions about everything from packing logistics to saying goodbye to our dear friends, which is why I enlisted my lovely and wise coworker Ami, who is something of a moving expert–to give us some guidance. Read on for our moving Q&A, and please feel free to add your own tips and suggestions in the comments (we’ll take any help we can get!).
Alright, take it away, Ami…
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I’ve been meaning to write about my trip to Maui for over a month now, but every time I think about it I’m overwhelmed by memories of tropical relaxation and I have to immediately lie down on the floor and pretend I’m on the beach instead. But now I’m really going to do it, even if I have to put on a swimsuit and sit next to my space heater while I write. So here goes… Keep reading »
Last semester I worked at Walt Disney World and encountered thousands of “guests” (as they are known in Disney-speak) a day. They came to Walt Disney World from all over the actual world, although they tended to be predominantly from
the Western Hemisphere North America, Europe, or Brazil, and were all ages, races, and attitudes. Even with all that diversity, patterns of people began to emerge. There is no better incubator for studying human behavior then shoving thousands of people into one surprisingly tiny space and making them wait for roller coasters, apparently.
And I’m not talking “people from Louisiana all have the same accent” patterns. I mean real, big, regardless-of-the-language barriers I often encountered patterns. Here was what I noticed about humans during my six months as a cast member … Keep reading »
A few weeks ago, I was flying home from a blissful vacation, trying to ignore a screaming baby a few rows ahead of me and cringing at the cacophony of phlegm-y coughs coming from the seat behind me, when I realized that every flight is exactly the same. Looking around me, it was as though I’d been dropped smack dab in the middle of a roster of characters that work together to make air travel the uniquely strange, gross, frustrating experience it is. Who are these people that seem to be present on every flight, ever? Let’s break it down in list form… Keep reading »