Tangier

It is easy to become consumed in the addiction of travel. I LIVE for that fresh stamp smell in my passport, but that isn't the point in traveling, is it? If you don't have the time to go off the beaten path, hang where the locals hang, absorb the soul of a country, then why travel at all? This is especially relevant in today's Insta-famous world. We all want that perfect, iconic shot of us being fucking fabulous in a new place, but once you put the camera away (and you actual

Help Me, Ronda

We flew into Malaga from Amsterdam. It was a short flight that I booked on Ryan Air for less than 100 euros! If you're anything like me, you're currently thinking, "Where the hell is Malaga?"Shocker. It's in Spain. It's actually in the Costa del Sol region, (which translates to Coast of the Sun) and it sits on the south of Spain against the aquamarine Mediterranean with an average of 320 days of sunshine annually. It's freaking beautiful. But we weren't stopping at the beach.