I got a late start on world traveling- even though I grew up miles from the Mexican border, I didn’t get my first passport until I was 24. A chain of events led me from my hometown of San Diego, CA to Nashville, TN, where I stayed at a hostel for the first time.
To say that that weekend changed the course of my life is an understatement. Once I discovered hostels, I didn’t look back. I have stayed in a hostel almost every time I have traveled since then; they’ve been a source of amazing international friends, off-the-wall adventures, and employment for the last few years of my life.
The hostel I lived and worked at in New Orleans (the fabulous India House Hostel) is also where I met my Australian man, who I’ve been lucky enough to begin seeing the world with.
I’ve just embarked on a terrifying yet amazing new career as a freelance writer, and plan to one day be a full-time travel writer.