It shouldn't just be Mother's Day when we celebrate our mothers — whether those mothers be our own or the women we call on as mothers regardless of blood. But while we pour out posts of gratitude every second Sunday in May, there are those who center their lives around the support of women as they transcend into motherhood.
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No photo bombings by waves of unrelenting tourists, no strollers bottlenecking hiking paths, no pressure to move from the very spot you feel you belong.
I met Mitchell five years ago in Savannah. We bought a pack of red napkins from Goodwill that said "feel free to pass the potatoes" and looked through vintage video games at Planet Fun. Now, a few promotions and one marriage later, he's about to set out in a refurbished van he calls "The Bearded Bison" with his newlywed wife Chelsie and two pups, Maverick and Stella.
Happy World Vegetarian Day! To celebrate, here's a fascinating infographic from GetYourGuide. For starters, Vietnam isn't on this list? WHAT? There are 9 countries that do veggie-ism better than the 'Nam? I guess I'll have to find out for myself. I find it hard to believe, but I'm willing to open my mind. You'd feel the same if you experienced the black magic done to tofu there, but I digress.
Things are happening, folks. The episode with yours truly on The Daily Travel Podcast is live! It actually happened. 6 months into the travel writing game and I'm going to Germany and having my voice preserved forever on the Internet. But enough about me: let's talk about this episode, let's talk about Nathaniel, and let's talk about starting new, scary careers.
When you're in your mid-to-late twenties, people tend to fall into two groups: those that have kids and homes and real jobs and 401k plans and those that move to places like Vietnam or North Carolina on a whim. Last week I got a taste of what life is like for that other half: I took part in a one-week beach vacay with 4 moms and their 7 kids (plus the occasional neighbor kid) and it was...well, it was a learning experience. I'm still 110% kidless and 120% okay with that, but now I feel a little more educated on this topic. Here's what a few moms have over the progenitors of nothing:
Take a moment to think back to the last time you traveled by air. What was it like getting there? Finding reasonably-priced parking? Dealing with lines, gate changes, and hoping you remembered to bag all your liquids? After a few hours actually on the plane, how did you feel? Maybe miserable, cramped, frustrated, sleepy, or bored? And if you don’t shop in the petite section, bruise-kneed and highly irritable? I love airports, and I used to love flying, but more and more I’m having straight up irritating and distressing experiences. To travel home for the holidays this year, I decided to forgo that option and instead booked the cheapest sleeper ticket I could find. And now, after my first cross-country Amtrak ride, I never want to go back.