It's not all complimentary bottles of Champagne in exchange for a few characters in a Word document. Travel writing is much more complicated than that. Here are some of the truths of what's really involved in travel writing.
Inspiration is everywhere and comes to us when we least expect it. When it does, we must not resist or question the actions that are needed and taken, for this is the free flow path that leads us to our un-lived life that we want and are meant to live.
It'd be swell if we could all have law degrees without studying and find love without awkward dates and pet kangaroos without biking down highways over glass shards. But achieving a goal requires choosing a path, which may mean you're (at least temporarily) turning your back on another.
Despite their differences in genre and style, these books all give an unforgettable sense of place -- whether that place is a small patch of ground, an entire continent, or just the wrinkles of the writer's mind.
If one more sun-kissed expat walks up the steps from yoga class without his shirt on, while the sun is pouring down on his perfect body and long tousled hair, I am going to slap the living daylights out of that mosquito that is terrorizing my ankle. I just murdered a mosquito.
It's imperative that we teach our kids to find common ground with those from different cultures and countries and there is no better way to do that than through travel. It isn't always necessary, however, to take the kids to far flung destinations to show them a different world.
Despite being a writer and even though I wrote about the Himalayas while I was there, there were certain things that, had it not been for such caught-in-the-action pictures, I might have forgotten, that even now I had to ask someone to tell me the full story.
Five years ago I looked into a shelter cage and said, "Stay here, I'm getting you out," to my dog, Dusty-Danger. I had no intention of getting a dog, but was enamored by his one blue, one brown eye and his charm.
The pickers arrive just after 7:30 a.m. in an entourage of cars. From open doors emerge sundry shapes and sizes. The "gang" circles around its leader, anticipating another day of back-bending labor and hand-rolled cigarettes.
When I went to Thailand to visit my best friend Leah, it was very important to me that we stop in Bangkok to see the Red Light District. Like many naïve young women, I found the sex industry wildly compelling. At 22 sex was rewarding and certain, while the rest of my life felt absurd.