I love to travel.
Trains! Planes! Cars! Busses! I cannot get enough. Wait, I’m sorry, you want to know where I’ve been? Well, I have ventured to some corn-filled glamorous locales, but I am not one of those warriors of Instagram who somehow seem to find themselves on a cliff in Mongolia or on the shores of some indescribably beautiful unpopulated beach every other weekend. I’m not even off to Spain, like this lucky lady. To clarify, I did not say I love to visit exotic otherlands. I said I love to travel. I usually become so overwhelmingly excited before a trip that I end up booking my tickets months in advance with http://falconholidays.ie/ (can you say cheap holiday habits anyone?). However, I do occasionally get frustrated with my quest for tickets (the trials of non-millionaire!!), and certainly wouldn’t hate it if someone could take care of that for me. Additionally, while I do not travel for business, I can completely emphasize with those who needed to get where they were going yesterday.
All of that being said, the little mishaps really are worth the overall joy ride, so have a little faith people, and let me fill you in on one of my tips for good-time traveling.
There are so many things to see, and yes, that is a man in a pickle suit!
Take a moment to think about the fact that every time you take a bus ride or board an airplane, you share that experience with thousands of others who have taken trips of their own. Of course, air travel will never be as glamorous as the 60’s and riding a Greyhound is never quite the free-spirit experience you may be craving, but who says you can’t pretend? Pick a character, and play a little dress up. You can be anything, and travel like a _____!
Thanksgiving Weekend, otherwise know as the (cue Kanye here) “worst traveling weekend of ALL TIME,” was coming up, and I decided that I would NOT be a pajama pants victim (serious question: do people then wear those same airport pajamas in bed? That sounds like some funky business). Considering the fact that I would be at the airport for several hours that weekend, I wanted to glam it up and turn a few heads. Say hello to my friend—the faux fur coat. I just threw that thing on, grabbed a drink coupon, and BOOM I became the nouveau Bianca Jagger eating an overpriced pretzel in Terminal B—because I can afford luxuries like that!
Mmmmm, liquid glamour!
The airport is a surprisingly good place to try out a new look—the huge numbers of people passing by makes you feel quite anonymous. Plus, any interaction will likely be complimentary (shout out to the stewardess who complimented my coat).
- Hello Beautiful!
So try out that crazy mod pattern combo or become that hippy goddess—it’s all up, up, and away from there.
Happy travels!
