As we approach almost a year since our passports began gathering dust and our suitcases took up permanent residence in a closet (Or is it under my bed? It’s been so long since I’ve looked […]
Author: Francesca Amott
There’s No Place Like Home
I never expected to still be living in the Washington, DC area at this point in my life. When I came to DC for college, I realized early on that my interest in politics was […]
We’ve Got Spirits, Yes We Do
I knew it was coming and I couldn’t decide how I felt about it. Would it would bring a smile to my face or a tear to my eye? The answer turned out to be […]
Eternal Sunshine Of The Swedish Kind
This is the last of the “revisiting” posts I had planned. When I started this project, I hoped that the pandemic would be in the rearview mirror by the time I finished. Ah, how naive […]
We’ll Always Have Copenhagen
from my “revisiting” series…. I’ve been thinking a lot about how I want to travel once this pandemic is behind us. Not just where I want to go, but also how I can be a […]
Road Trip
Nobody is traveling. Everybody is traveling. In a Dickensian “best of times, worst of times” year, it seems we’ve all rediscovered the joys of a road trip. I was thinking about this recently while sitting […]
We Need To Talk About Glasgow
When I finished cleaning out my older posts about Scotland, I had a brief moment of satisfaction as I patted myself on the back for my accomplishment. I had completed my housekeeping goal of eliminating […]
The Longest Journey
When I began this project of cleaning out my older posts, I couldn’t help but to feel nostalgic. “Revisiting” these trips took me to another time in my life. But as I’ve now come to […]
The Unexpected End of the Bucket List
from my “revisiting” series….. For the longest time, I have talked about how my visit to Angkor Wat was my first experience with over-tourism. Except, it wasn’t really. I had encountered crowds in Venice and […]
One Night in bangkok
from my “revisiting” series…. I didn’t expect Bangkok to leave such an impression. It was a layover stop, a twenty-four hour break to help me recover from jet-lag. A friend who was going to Laos […]
