I used to think the phrase “digital nomad” meant someone who lived in a van and posted inspirational sunrise photos while their laptop balanced on a cooler. That was before my neighbor, a perfectly normal accountant named Dave who wears khakis and owns a leaf blower, told me he was moving to Portugal for a […]
I remember the exact moment I realized I had been paying for flights like a sucker. I was sitting in a cramped middle seat, somewhere over Missouri, eating pretzels that tasted like salted cardboard and watching the guy in front of me recline into my kneecaps. The flight had cost me $487. I had paid
I used to be a checked-bag person. Not by choice, exactly, but by conviction. I believed, with the fervor of a religious convert, that there was no way a human being could survive a two-week trip with anything smaller than a medium-sized suitcase. I would stand at my bedroom door, staring at a mountain of
The World Is Cheaper Than You Think: Where to Go When Your Passport Is New and Your Wallet Is Nervous I still remember standing in the airport bookstore, holding a $6 bottle of water and staring at a wall of guidebooks like they were sacred texts written in a language I almost understood. I was
