You know when people who travel a lot say stuff like “each part of [country you’ve never been to] is SO different,” and you kind of roll your eyes because it just sounds like a way to brag about how many different parts of the country they’ve been to? Well … in Italy, it’s SUPER accurate. From the language to the food to the social norms, southern Italy is very different than the rest of Italy. Sure, there’s pizza and pasta everywhere in Italy, but in Sicily your pasta come served with anchovies and dusted with pistachios, and the pizza in Naples is leaps and bounds more delicious than anything you’ll get in Florence. (Important note: I did do some things other than eat on this trip, but not many.) In this post, I’m laying out all the things no one tells you about visiting Southern Italy. I can’t guarantee you that they’ll actually help you during your trip, but I thought they were interesting.
Traveling with your partner is one thing. Long term travel with your partner? That’s like, a whole other, totally different, completely not the same thing. My husband and I spent a whole year traveling the world together as a couple …and lived to tell the tale! We’re even still happily married, I swear. It can absolutely be done, and it’s an incredible and enriching experience for any relationship. But … there are a FEW things that nobody told us about before we jetted off on our around-the-world trip. And so, to prepare/warn you, we’re laying it alllllll out.
Don’t call it Frisco. The fog is named Karl. You can be naked in public. There’s a herd of bison on the park. There are so many weird, unique things about San Francisco that totally threw me when I moved to this odd little microcosm, expecting to find some kind of cross between New York and Los Angeles (lol, no). I could not have been more unprepared for the culture shock I experienced: San Francisco is a city unlike any other in the United States. So I thought I’d take a stab at depicting this amazing place in the only way I know how: with a mildly helpful guide to random stuff nobody tells you about San Francisco.
It’s been 1 year since we quit our jobs, hopped on a plane, and left for our year-long honeymoon. For years, all I wanted to do was leave my job in corporate America and go off an an amazing journey, traveling all around the world and having incredible adventures. I daydreamed all day long and planned all night – and by that I mostly mean I spent a lot of time on Pinterest pinning travel inspiration – and finally I set a date to realize my dream. By 2016, I told myself, I’m going to quit my job and go travel. And then it was time. The date had arrived. We quit our jobs. We went traveling. And it was NOTHING like what we expected…
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When we started planning our year-long extended honeymoon around the world, we didn’t really know what to expect. We had a lot of hopes and dreams: we wanted to become wiser, healthier, better versions of ourselves. We wanted to become the sort of people who climb mountains regularly and do yoga at sunrise every day and read books rather than surf the internet and write deep, meaningful things about the life, the universe, and everything in our leather-bound travel journal. We wanted to be the kind of travel couple you see on Instagram, their blissful lives centered around nothing but looking attractive in different places each day. Well, none of that happened.