Tenerife in March was exactly the sweet escape I desperately needed. After burning out, getting fired, and filing a lawsuit against my boss, it felt like the ground beneath me was constantly shifting, ...
DAY 6 (21.4.23) An early alarm jolted me awake for the 8:30 AM ferry. But the groggy start was quickly redeemed by witnessing the best sunrise yet—pink hues lighting up the cliffs above Orsola, ...
DAY 4 (19.04.23) The day kicked off under a cloudy sky. Things quickly went south when the previous night’s salad decided to stage a revolt, leaving me desperately seeking a restroom. To add insult to ...
Prologue If someone had told me a few years ago that a solo trip could end up causing me trauma, I would never have believed them. Blame it on the bad weather, on the lack of human encounters, or on ...