The real life of a travel blogger is often very far from what you see on Instagram. Being a travel blogger is a job that takes a lot of time, hard work and effort to make a success from it. You may even find that once your travel blog starts to really take off that being a travel blogger could even ruin your travel experience.
I have a confession to make. I've fallen in love. The head over heels variety. But this time, it's not with a man; nor a woman, for that matter. It's with a city. It's with Rome. I have fallen completely and utterly in love with Rome; and I suspect it's going to be a life-long affair.
It's entirely possible to love and hate London with ferocious, equal intensity. On good days, you're invincible. Because you're there, and you're living your dream. On bad days, you want to tumble over the edge of the world: frustrated, perplexed and fiercely clutching your Vegemite jar. Tomorrow, you'll rise, determined to endure.
Blogging has taken off so much in the last few years and it's easy to see why. It's a quick and easy entrance into the world of travel writing and you don't need any qualifications to start. The downside of this is that there is a lot of, well, noise out there. You don't want to add to the noise.
Luxembourg City lies in the broken jaws of a giant dragon. These are the Marquis de Vauban's great ramparts and buttresses. Perched above deep gorges the citadel is girded with miles of saw- toothed stone, impregnable and massive.
Many years passed before I realised you can "travel" in your own country, that we are actually surrounded by exotic locations, places we've never seen and dialects we don't understand... I'm visiting England's second biggest city precisely because it's not somewhere a visitor to the UK would normally visit.
I chose the Frontier Tanzania Marine Conservation and Diving project as I am already a PADI Divemaster and very passionate about diving. I really wanted to take part in a project which incorporated this and also let me expand my knowledge of the marine world.
My last week at the school went beyond English lessons, playing soccer, and teaching the students how to play Knockout. A few students opened up and shared their stories with Valerie and me. Their stories were full of disappointment, life realizations, changing circumstances, and faith.
Hiking and camping isn't so simple. It has taken me a month of trial and (mostly) error to realize that I didn't need to bring anything at all. I could have bought everything I needed in the camping shop by the bus station in Chanea, Crete's main port, where I did in fact buy an excellent sleeping bag and mat.
Having seen the remainder of February fly by and with March nearly in the books, it's remarkable to think that only a small portion of the academic year remains here at Washington College.