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Travel
Capturing Memories, or the Failure of Photographs
Flowering acacias. Dusan Bicanski - http://www.public-domain-image.com
The first time I went to Europe, like most tourists, I took pictures; only I did so with the zeal of a foreign spy. I would even try to act nonchalant and snap pictures without looking because, goodness, I’m not a tourist or anything. There was no quirky building unnoticed by my lens and no end for my desire to make this experience last as long as possible. And judging by all the photos of trips people upload to Facebook alone, I think it’s a common sentiment. The saying goes, “A picture is worth a thousand words.” But what if...
 
On the Virtues of Nesting
On the Virtues of Nesting_ Florence
            I write a lot about the importance of having an authentic travel experience and now I’d like to suggest the type of travel that makes it possible. Everyone is familiar with the cliché “backpacking through Europe” scenario, but I’d like to recommend  an alternative that has just as many rewards and less headaches. I like to call it “nesting.” The idea is that instead of going from place to place and remaining nomadic through the duration of your travels, you decide on a “home base,” a city with easy access to travel, where you rent an apartment or hotel....
 
Lessons From Experience: How to Pretend You’re Not a Tourist
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By Tatiana Sundeyeva             When I travel, I go to great lengths to hide my identity as a tourist because I’ve learned that, besides the obvious dangers of getting ripped off in a taxi, getting mugged in the park, or just drawing unwanted attention to yourself, you risk another unpleasant reality: having an inauthentic experience. Even if you go out of your way to places where fellow tourists seldom set foot, the sheer fact of looking like a tourist will get you treated like one. And I’ve been spoken to condescendingly or rudely enough times to know that for the...
 
Travel, Lit Up
El Ateneo in Buenos Aires, Argentina. “Foreigners take their books seriously. Why not take a lesson from them?”
By Tatiana Sundeyeva There’s more to travel than jet lag and fanny packs. A truly unforgettable journey requires an emotional connection to the place and a sense of curiosity. Enter literature. Since you’re likely to bring a book (or magazine) with you anyway, if only to kill time during a long flight, why not choose something with literary value rather than whatever lusty romance novel is on sale at the grocery store? The right book could add unexpected depth and change your excursion from “trip” to “experience.” Traveling without context is like music without pitch: boring. Every landmark seems like...
 
How to Not Alienate the Locals
Beware of locals.
Lessons From Experience I was eating empanadas in an Argentine restaurant in Italy with my Belorussian friend when a Mongolian woman came in to order tea, calling it “chai,” and the Spanish-speaking woman behind the counter understood what she wanted, having encountered many Russian-speakers in that corner of Italy. At that instant I thought, “Ah, sweet Globalization!” and took a moment to contemplate the importance of knowing other languages in this global society. While you won’t see me teaching languages anytime soon, I have had the good fortune to be able to study several of them in many different settings...
 
Adventures in Argentina
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In search of a new city to meet and befriend, I thought, with practicality in mind, of a beautiful “European” city, renowned for its culture and history that was still affordable for the exchange rate of the dollar. It was a destination unlike any that I had visited before and so, completely unsure of what to expect, I flew to Buenos Aires, the Paris of South America. On this one-month adventure, I dusted off my Spanish dictionary and hoped that my knowledge of Italian would suffice. We arrived on a cold fall day after fifteen hours of flight completely incredulous...
 
Feast Your Eyes on Florence
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Delightfully enjoying a cold gelato on a hot late afternoon in a seaside town on the coast of the Adriatic Sea, it hit me: “What am I still doing living in San Francisco?” One international phone call and ten minutes of laughter from the other side later, I hang up with my mother—my newly conceived dreams of  moving to Italy and opening a gelato store were shattered. Nevertheless, one cannot remain gloomy for long in such lively circumstances. But let me start from the beginning and explain to you just how I managed to find myself in Paradise. One fine...
 
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