Author name: Gavryth Lornquill

I booked my first solo trip to Costa Rica and spent three days staring at travel insurance websites. You know that feeling.

You’ve probably wondered how many people actually live in Paris. Not the postcard version. The real one. I get it. You’re planning a trip.

I want to travel. You want to travel. But your bank account says no. That’s normal. It’s also unnecessary.

I’ve booked trips in monsoon season. I’ve shown up to beaches in January and found them empty except for seagulls and my bad decisions.

I used to think freedom meant a passport stamp every six weeks. Turns out, I was exhausted. Broke. And barely knew my neighbors. You’ve seen the posts.

I bought travel insurance once thinking it was just for lost luggage. Turns out it covered my emergency evacuation from a mountain village in Peru.

I used to drag two suitcases across three continents. Then I broke my shoulder lifting one onto a bus rack.