I was recently published in Surfing Magazine’s Swimsuit Edition, sharing my top three travel tips.
After visiting more than 20 countries-through beach towns and historic villages, and bartering through more local markets than I can count- I’ve learned a lot about the experience of travel. Here are a few tips on how to make your next experience abroad that much more special.
Immerse yourself in local flavor. Once you have given yourself the time to fully appreciate your new surroundings, look to the local residents to give you a proper introduction.
While guidebooks are useful as a background guide to a city, it’s best to take advice from locals on places to eat, drink, and explore. This not only exposes you to unique experiences, but also gives you the opportunity to support the true backbone of the country, the indigenous industries.
The final step towards immersion is an emotional one. Give yourself permission to let go of your usual fears and approach each new experience with enthusiasm. Whether that involves trying fried squid eggs in Bangkok, or leaping off a cliff in Aruba, each adventure brings you that much closer to the land you’re lucky enough to visit.
Check out more surfing photos here and check out the full magazine, on newsstands now. For more of my published work, click here.
What are some of your favorite travel tips?
This is a huge mistake. My mind was racing with disastrous scenarios as I approached my gate. Looking around, I saw two other students sitting in the waiting area. Great, I thought to myself, the three losers who arrive too early and I’m one of them. In my haste to get to JFK, I had given myself too much time, and now I would be stuck waiting in this terminal for hours. I sat down on the small, springy airport chair and looked at the girl sitting across from me. She had long, straight brown hair, a huge Louis Vuitton bag and a silver knuckle ring on her middle fingers. She was reading A Room With A View; our study abroad assigned reading intended to prepare us for life in Florence. I had gotten as far as the first chapter before I tossed it aside and declared it useless. How was a book written in the fifties supposed to prepare me for modern-day Italy?
Typical NYU ideology.
View of Florence skyline
Perhaps one of the top tourist destinations in the world, Florence, Italy has a hidden charm just waiting to be discovered. While many visitors feel overwhelmed by the vast amount of art, history, food and architectural sights, the key to enjoying this city is a mixture of flavor, observation, and relaxation. Take your time to see the classic sights, but allow yourself the opportunity to sit in a café and take in the true Florentine experience. La Dolce Vita is not just for the Italian born.
I just started working with the Travel section for The Daily Meal.com and am LOVING the experience. You can check out two of my pieces below. Lots more to come!
Guide to Eating and Drinking at Burning Man
10 Iconic Boardwalk Eats
I am sweating. Opening my eyes, I realize that my air conditioner is off. Throwing myself out of bed, I walk over to the window and switch it back on. Ah… the cool breeze hits my face and I instantly feel better.
Pulling back my curtains, I can see that the day has already started. I head towards the kitchen to brew some tea. As I sort through the different tea boxes in my cabinet, my hand knocks against a tin container in the back. Pulling it out of the cabinet, I see snow covered mountains and the words Interlaken written across it. I had bought this tin of chocolates while vacationing in Switzerland and had forgotten all about them. As I stare at the mountains etched on the tin of truffles, I start to remember my own adventure on those very same Alps.
How to make the most of your Study Abroad trip:
me on a gondola in Venice, during Carnival
When I headed off for my study abroad trip to Florence, Italy I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted to have an experience I would never forget! During my five months in Europe I traveled to seven different countries, made friends with locals, learned to flirt in Italian and ate about ten tons of spaghetti.
I have always been a fan of ice cream. As a child, my ears would perk up at the sound of that familiar bell and I would race down the street, trying to catch the ice cream truck. It became a family tradition every weekend to go for an ice cream run and eat it on the porch during those lazy summer days. As I grew older, the local ice cream shop in town became a fun hangout with my friends where we loved to check out the cute new guy behind the register. It was a sweet, sticky constant and one that I knew I would always love. Until, that is I moved to Italy and discovered the joys of Gelato.