There’s something utterly enchanting about December in Europe. The air turns crisp, the cobblestones glisten with frost, and entire city squares...

I’ve had some of the most profound, unforgettable moments of my life not in five-star hotels or Michelin-starred restaurants, but sitting on a...

I’ll never forget the first time I got played. I was young, I was in Paris, and I was feeling on top of the world. As I was walking near the...

I’ll never forget my first solo trip to Malta. I was staying in Sliema, and my grand plan for the day was to visit the ancient, silent city of Mdina...

Let’s have a little chat. I want to take you back to a time, not so long ago, in my early days as a wide-eyed wanderer for A Tiny Traveler. I was in...

I remember the exact moment the panic set in. I was lying on a thin mattress in a tiny, open-air clinic in a remote village in the Philippines. My...

I’ll never forget my first solo backpacking trip through Italy. I was a student, armed with a carefully calculated, shoestring budget and a heart full...

I remember my very first solo trip like it was yesterday. I was in my early twenties, fresh out of a long-term relationship, and convinced that...

I’ll never forget my first solo trip to Kyoto. I had spent months planning; my itinerary was a work of art, and my excitement levels were...