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I still remember standing on a wooden boat in Tam Coc with my sandals soaked, my hair a mess, and my daughter shrieking with laughter every time our rower splashed her on purpose. That’s the moment I fell for Vietnam…

My phone is already flooded with screenshots of amber-colored streets and pumpkin-lined porches, and if yours looks the same, girl, I feel you. Every autumn I promise myself I’ll skip the crowded, Instagram-famous leaf-peeping towns and actually go somewhere quieter,…

I’ve said it before to anyone who’ll listen October is the month I plan my whole year around. The summer crowds have gone home, the light turns golden by four in the afternoon, and every place I love somehow becomes…

Some loves sneak up on you slowly, and mine for autumn in the national parks happened all at once, on a golden afternoon in the mountains when the whole world seemed to be blushing. I still remember standing there, sweater…

Sweater weather does something to my soul, and I’m guessing it does the same to yours. The second the air turns crisp, I start daydreaming about winding mountain roads, mugs of cider, and towns that look like they were plucked…

Growing up, I always pictured Christmas as chunky sweaters and frosted windows, but somewhere along the way I fell hopelessly in love with a different kind of holiday magic, the kind that comes with bare shoulders, palm trees strung in…

My favorite part of the holidays isn’t the gifts, it’s the getaway. Every December I start hunting for a place that smells like pine and fireplace smoke, where the snow actually cooperates and the hotel robe is thicker than my…

I grew up thinking I knew the West Coast. Big Sur, the San Juans, Zion (okay, not technically West Coast, but you get the idea) the postcard spots everyone tags on Instagram. Then a friend dragged me down a gravel…

My favorite season sneaks up on me every single year. One morning I’ll step outside for coffee and catch that first hint of crispness in the air, and suddenly I’m pulling out my cozy sweaters and mentally packing my bags.…

My love affair with train travel started on a rainy Tuesday morning, three years ago, when I boarded a train with no real plan except to watch the world go by from a window seat. I remember pressing my palm…