As soon as I was old enough, I made plans to take a road trip to a secluded spot in Northern California that I had fallen in love with while on a family trip years before. I remembered that the confluence of the two rivers where we rafted was called Ishi Pishi Point, and I convinced two friends to drive the 600 miles south to go camping there with me. We arrived late at night, having passed the last traffic light or street lamp hours before, and were grateful to find the entrance to a rustic campground.… continued…

a.ka. The Time I Missed My Flight. Twice.

Natalie Taylor is currently revamping her blog.  You can find previous writings/portfolio here. She likes words such as “curmudgeon” and “janky” and dramatic rose ceremonies.

“It’s me Nat. So, um, I’m in Prague right now, and I missed my flight. Twice. I’m going to be okay. Yeah, you know it’s fine…Hope everything’s good at home! It’s going to be okay…. Bye.”

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This is my most embarrassing voice-mail to date.… continued…

Guest post by Joanne Edmundson, a writer and an expat Canadian living in Columbus, Ohio. She would go to Thailand again in a heartbeat. Visit her at Snapdragon Ink.

My Let’s Go made the traditional Thai massage sound like an hour of innocent bliss that I would not want to miss. At 150 baht – or about $5 – I couldn’t wait to try it. It was, in fact, the only real plan I had for all of the six weeks we were going to be travelling in Thailand.… continued…