The travel blogger’s life in Costa Rica

The deep, menacing howls of monkeys echo in my wooden bungalow as sunlight spills from the open shutters. I untangle my mosquito net, climb out of bed, grab a young coconut from the fridge, and hop onto my rusty bicycle. I ride down the road through the jungle; the...

Why I love that I get paid to write a travel blog

Last night, I walked a damp riverside alley in a Bangkok neighborhood. I gestured at vats of unrecognizable ingredients and smiled at the sweaty cook. Locals sat around me slurping bowls of broth, nibbling on fish, and chatting in a language I did not understand. Two...

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