Stroll and Speak | Your Guide to Mindful Travel
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I once thought personal growth was a self-help book and a cup of chamomile tea away. That was until I found myself stranded in a remote village in the Himalayas, armed with nothing but a phrasebook and a sense of impending doom. My stomach was staging a coup against the local cuisine, and the locals’ […]
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I once found myself in a tiny café in Lisbon, staring at a menu that looked like it had been penned by a cryptic crossword enthusiast. My Portuguese was as non-existent as my talent for miming, and my phone was dead—of course. As I gestured wildly at what I hoped was the soup of the […]
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I’ve spent more hours than I’d care to admit staring at my screen, trying to outsmart airlines that seem to have PhDs in wallet-draining. Once, in a fit of desperation, I booked a flight that included a 12-hour layover in an airport where the only edible option was a vending machine burrito. And no, it […]
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I once spent a night on a friend’s couch after a long evening of bad karaoke and even worse decisions. As I lay there, contemplating my life choices amidst the aroma of leftover pizza and stale beer, the idea of a home base felt like a distant luxury. Who wouldn’t want a place to call […]
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I’ve always had a knack for disaster. Not the dramatic, Hollywood kind with explosions and heroic rescues, but the mundane, soul-crushing type that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. Like the time I stood at a quaint little airport in the Swiss Alps, clutching a useless ticket while an apathetic airline agent […]
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Ever found yourself clinging to a metal pole on a swaying bus, trying desperately not to end up in a stranger’s lap while simultaneously questioning every life decision that led you there? Welcome to my world. My first foray into public transport was less of a graceful entrance and more of a chaotic tumble into […]
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I’ve learned the hard way that working from home is just another phrase for “constantly hunting for that one pen that actually writes.” Let me tell you, nothing makes you question your life choices more than realizing your so-called ergonomic chair is just a fancy name for a medieval torture device. My first year of […]
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I once found myself in a creaky Airbnb, tucked away in a neighborhood that Google Maps seemed to have forgotten. The host’s promises of “authentic local charm” translated to a leaky faucet and a mattress that felt like it had seen the better side of the last century. But there I was, trying to convince […]
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I once found myself perched on a rickety bar stool in a dimly lit café somewhere in the Balkans, nursing a cup of coffee that tasted like betrayal. Around me, the air was thick with the scent of misplaced dreams and desperation—the usual haunt for the wandering digital nomad. I was there, laptop in hand, […]
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I once found myself in a swanky Brussels chocolate shop, feeling like an imposter in a world of glossy boxes and truffle pyramids. The kind of place where the air is thick with cocoa and pretension. As I tried to blend in, a chocolatier offered me a sample—a single, delicate praline. It was a moment […]
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