​Considering I work in news full-time, the last thing I feel like talking about right now is the Coronavirus. That being said, one of the industries hardest hit by it has been travel. From vacations cancelled or postponed to temporary travel bans, travelers are learning to make due with a new way of life in the midst of an outbreak. Add on to that the stress of being out of work or trying to find a babysitter for your kids because their schools are closed for the next few weeks. It’s a tough time all-around. 

For the majority of us, we’re under self-isolation. We may not have the virus, but we’re trying to stay home and away from others as much as possible to help avoid spreading it further. It’s called ‘Social Distancing’ .

Now, while some folks are handling this outbreak gracefully, there are others who seem to think “shitting yourself non-stop” is a symptom. Newsflash: it’s not. People hoarding toilet paper and hand-sanitizer right now are the real-life version of the token asshole in every disaster movie. 

With travel virtually obsolete and our social scene bleak, it can bring up feelings of boredom and frustration. So, what are some positive things we can do to help us get through the Covid-19 outbreak? 

1. Save up for your future travels
Believe me, it can be SUPER tempting to book a plane ticket right now. The other day I saw a $46 round trip ticket from Detroit to New Orleans, and I seriously considered taking a weekend getaway. The thing is, you can run the risk of your flight getting cancelled, especially if things continue to get worse. What you CAN do though, is use this time to put away extra money for future travels. If you’re not out spending money because everything is closed, then save up! This virus won’t be around forever and we’ll get to travel again. In the meantime, we can save up for adventures to come.

2. Get out in nature
Social distancing just means staying away from other people; it doesn’t mean you have to stay inside though. Personally speaking, nature is one of the best ways I can lift my spirits and exercise at the same time. If you’re feeling unsure of hitting the gym, go on a hike! You’ll feel better and won’t have to worry about being around any crowds.

3. Help out someone who can’t go out
If you’re young and healthy, consider running some errands for folks who are considered high-risk if they get the Coronavirus. Be the person who asks “What can I do for others?” instead of “I’ve got mine. You’re on your own.”

4. Stay in communication
Being physically isolated doesn’t mean you have to stop talking to each other. Thankfully we live in a time when technology is very helpful during an outbreak. Facetime, phone calls, texts. It’s important that we still remember to reach out to each other so we don’t feel so alone.

5. Find the funny and the good
Coronavirus – or any outbreak for that matter – is a serious thing and I would never aim to maliciously make light of that. However, these things can leave us feeling stressed out and perhaps in a state of panic. Memes and videos can help us relieve some of that. And hey, IT'S OKAY TO LAUGH. You’re not a bad person for laughing at a Coronavirus meme. It means you’re human and trying to not lose your mind from all the negativity that you’re also hearing. There are a few viral videos out of Italy that I love. One shows people under isolation playing music together from their individual apartment balconies and another of an opera singer serenading his neighbors in Florence. When times are tough, it's okay to seek out things that lift us up.

6. Watch your favorite travel films
Feeling bummed you can’t actually take that trip to Paris right now? Let the movies bring you there. They can inspire you, so that when this does blow over, you’ll be even more ready and excited to travel again.

And P.S.,
​If someone you know is buying up all the toilet paper from stores, feel free to send them a bottle of Miralax. 

I’m not a fan of people who hate on Los Angeles. Sure, there’s plenty to roll your eyes at: the hipster juice bars selling over-priced beverages that promise miracles. The crowds of aspiring influencers taking endless photos in front of the Paul Smith store on Melrose Ave. Or the combined scent of poop and weed that lingers around Hollywood. 
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But regardless of how many stereotypes LA plays into, one thing that shouldn’t be discounted is that it also has a real heart and soul to it. I find the folks that hate LA have either never been there or never had a chance to really get to know it.

We recently lost one of basketball’s greatest players in Kobe Bryant. To the world, Bryant was a sports icon and superstar, but for Angelenos he was a hero and symbol of hometown pride.  But it was his tragic and sudden death that united LA in a way I had never seen before. 

When I visited Los Angeles in February shortly after his death, I found endless tributes to his legacy. There were murals up and down Melrose Ave. dedicated to Kobe and his daughter, Gigi. People also wore clothing to honor their favorite Laker. Even LA’s metro system found ways to pay their respects with buses that read ‘RIP Kobe’ and subway screens with the numbers 8 and 24 on them. 

It's been two years since I left Los Angeles. At the time, I needed a change; I wanted to see new places and was interested in pursuing expanded career opportunities. But it was the friendships I made in LA that made me yearn to go back and visit. 

My trip to California was a very quick 5 days. It was short, sweet, and a necessary break from Michigan. After a few days in the Laguna Beach area, I took the train up to LA to meet up with my cousin Betsy and her family. It was some much-needed family time. Even the shortest reunions are worth it just to see the people you love.

After spending the night at my cousin’s place, it was off to my old neighborhood of West Hollywood to see some of my former Zumba students for coffee. Becoming a Zumba Fitness instructor was hands-down one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Not only did it give me great employment opportunities while living in LA, it also introduced me to a network of people across the city that I was able to build friendships with. My class at 24 Hour Fitness in West Hollywood was always tight-knit – many of them knew one another years before I showed up. I got to catch up with Greg, Teri, and Susan. We couldn’t believe it had already been two years, but that’s the thing about friendships: you catch up right where you left off. 

After coffee, it was off to brunch with my good friend Heidi. We caught up for over 4 hours! It was just like old times, since we always loved checking out the cool spots around WeHo. 

The night ended with a trip to LA’s famous Magic Castle, which sits on a top of a hill in the heart of Hollywood. This spot is so exclusive you actually need a connection to get in, so shout-out to my friend Jonathan for making that happen. This mansion is really cool inside, and in a city where casual attire is dominant, it’s fun to see everyone all dressed up. You’re treated to magicians performing all over the mansion, as well as stage shows at designated times throughout the evening. Yours truly even got pulled up on stage at one point! I suppose the real magic of that moment was that I didn’t fall over in my heels…

When I think of what I miss most about LA, it’s not the warm weather or the ocean – though they are definite perks. Instead, it's the friendships and people I care about that make it so special. It’s easy to write off Los Angeles as this soulless, vapid city, but I beg you to consider a whole other side to it; a side where genuine friendships are made and good people are all around you. This is the LA I know and love.

I’ll be the first to admit I’m totally jealous of those sunshine-and-rainbows bloggers. You know the type: they post deliriously happy photos in their Lululemon attire holding an acai bowl from the latest trendy spot. Their captions read like peppy rip-offs of Eat Pray Love, and their lives seem utterly perfect. I can’t help but wish I was that effortlessly sure of myself. If anything, my time in Michigan has me more unsure. Maybe it’s going back home - that feeling of going backward in life. It feels as if all those accomplishments I made in LA and New York after college have suddenly disappeared and I’m left with this empty version of myself. I chose this, but I've also come to realize it's just not the home for me it used to be. 

And then I remember the real Eat Pray Love, which has been a major source of inspiration for me since I first read the book (and yes, the film’s pretty good too!). The thing is, author Elizabeth Gilbert went through that experience in her early thirties, a time when most people seem to be settled down in life and who they are. Instead, Elizabeth went out and re-vamped her life in the pursuit of inspiration and happiness, and in doing so, found incredible success. 

I’d love to feel like those bloggers who seem to have it all together, but the truth is that social media is a highlight reel, not a true reflection of everything we as humans are going through. 

Despite my sarcasm, deep down I’m still a hopeful optimist, but where’s the humor in walking around posting “Ain’t life grand!” all the time. No! The point of comedy is to highlight the absurd, to take the craziness that life throws our way and turn it into something to laugh at. Yeah, going through less-than-ideal situations isn’t fun, but if you can find a way to turn it around and make lemonade out of lemons, by all means do what you gotta do. 

That being said, you may be reading this and thinking to yourself 'Alright, Jill, but I’m not a comedian or writer'. Well, that’s where your inner traveler can come in to help you get through tough times. Comedy and writing are great outlets for me, but it’s not always enough. So lately, I’ve decided to let the explorer in me seek out activities and places around Michigan to lift my spirits. From art museums to trying hot yoga for the first time, I’ve found that discovering new places or taking time for things I already love has helped tremendously. A few weeks ago I saw some artwork from Andy Warhol at the Grand Rapids Art Museum and it was awesome! 

This is what travel is all about: exploring new places, trying different things, meeting new people. Don’t get me wrong, visiting new cities and countries is fabulous, but you don’t always need to leave your own city to do these things. Find new exhibits to check out, attend a concert, find a cool trail to hike, try a new activity that’s totally out of your comfort zone. Another idea? Volunteer. Focusing on those less fortunate can put things in perspective. Plus, you can meet some really amazing people along the way.

When we feel stuck in life, it’s easy to retreat, to stay at home and binge out on Netflix, but don’t let your life pass you by in front of a screen. You don’t need to travel the world to find inspiration and joy, but you do have to make the effort to seek it out – and that’s exactly what I plan to do with my remaining time in Michigan. It's okay to feel sad, but the important thing is that we do something about it. And if we can't change our circumstances right away, at least we can make the most of the wait time by embracing our inner traveler. 
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The irony as I wrap up this blog post is that I feel like I’m starting to sound like the sunshine-and-rainbows bloggers, but in my defense, I’ve never once owned anything from Lululemon. 

Coming up next: California! 

​Lansing, Michigan. It’s not Grand Rapids and it’s definitely not Detroit. To put it bluntly, this part of Michigan only feels like an ‘exciting’ place if you attend Michigan State University. Pardon my cynicism, but as you can imagine, it’s incredibly hard to go from Los Angeles and New York to the painfully quiet streets of Mid-Michigan. I made the leap for work purposes, and though it’s merely temporary, I find myself craving the busy streets of a big city more and more as each day passes.

Aside from avoiding the MSU crowd like the plague and spending time with friends from work (seriously, thank God for them!), I haven’t really made much of an effort to write about Lansing. Every weekend I escape to Grand Rapids, but you’d think after a year and a half in I must have found something in Lansing worth writing about aside from reasons not to date college students. Of course, there’s Michigan's Capitol building, but what else? I began to look back at my time here and then it hit me that I had, in fact, found something months ago that was totally worth sharing: Pablo’s in Old Town Lansing.

I realized that I had likely blocked out Pablo’s from my subconscious because when I initially went there, it was on a really bad date. That being said, a great restaurant shouldn’t be discounted simply because of a date gone awry. From what I did remember, the food there was incredible. It turned out this date-gone-wrong actually gave me the chance to discover an authentic Mexican restaurant right here in Lansing. Silver lining? I’d say so!

Since it had been a minute, I knew I needed to brush up on my Pablo’s menu. And so, with better company this time, I made the venture back to this Lansing gem.

The first time I ate at Pablo's the weather was nice and warm, so we dined outside and I didn’t get to see the restaurant’s interior. This second time, however, it was January in Michigan, so eating inside was the only option. It’s pretty simple inside, but they do have some nice artwork to jazz it up a bit. 

A nice perk about Pablo’s is that they serve breakfast all day, so if you’re craving eggs at 4 in the afternoon, you can get it. The only thing the menu was missing that I was hoping to get this time is Ceviche, so that was a bummer. My first time there I got the veggie burrito, so naturally, I wanted to try something else. This time I got the steak fajitas. I rarely eat meat but was in the mood for it this time. While the fajitas were good, the meat was pretty fatty so I really didn’t eat much of it at all. I’d say between the two, my preferred menu choice would be the veggie burrito. I mean, it was so good it stayed on my radar months later. 


Coming soon…

I’m going back to California next month for a visit and can’t wait to find new things in my former home to share with you – and maybe even some old favorites! From South Orange County to Los Angeles, it’s a long overdue reunion with one of the places I love most. 

Welcome to the final post about my week in Ireland, where I end up right back where I started in Dublin.

One of the disappointments of the walking tour I did here when I arrived at the beginning of the trip was that it didn’t include a visit to Trinity College. That being said, I made sure that was something I’d check out when I got back to Dublin.

I checked back in to Sky Backpacker’s hostel and then went over to Trinity College. I will say it’s incredibly convenient how close everything is. The university was a mere 10-minute walk from where I was staying near the Temple Bar area.

It’s a beautiful campus that dates as far back at the 16th century. While walking around campus is nice, the must-see part is the old library. This is where you’ll get to see the Book of Kells, which is like a thousand years old. The Long Room in the old library will tug at the heart strings of any book lover, including yours truly. It’s really an incredible place and you’ll find all sorts of old texts in there. I will say this place is also a top spot I'd recommend in Ireland. I believe it’s about 14 euros to get into the old library but again, totally worth it. Besides, when else are you going to get that chance?

Later on, I got back to the hostel, where surprise, I met another American. This time it was Liz from New York. We made plans to join a Dublin pub crawl later that night, but not before partaking in the free sangria Friday night that Sky Backpackers puts on. It was while sipping sangria in the hostel’s lounge that we met Marc from Sweden and Pete from Australia. After talking for a bit, we opted to all go the pub crawl together. It was a great night out, made even better by fabulous company and pizza at the end of the night. I know what you’re thinking: pizza in Ireland? Well, when you’re several beers in and hungry, pizza is just fine. 

The next morning I woke up bright and early, checked out, and caught the 747 bus right on Bachelor’s Walk to get to Dublin Airport. I allowed extra time for myself to get to the airport and it was the best decision I could make. You see, at Dublin’s airport, they have Americans clear U.S. customs in Ireland instead of back in the States. It’s incredibly convenient since you get it out of the way, but it does mean you must allow yourself more time (at least 2 hours) when flying back to the U.S. from Dublin. Now, bear in mind when I was there the airport was plenty busy and that wasn’t even during the high tourist season, which is summer. If you go in the summer, 3 hours might be a good way to play it safe.

I will say I got some serious Irish luck for my trip back home. The night before I flew out, I got a notification I had been rescheduled on a different flight and airline. Instead of flying on a budget ticket (A.K.A. nothing included) on Iceland Air, I had gotten automatically re-booked for a regular seat on a Delta flight. That meant I got all the perks that come with a regular international flight ticket: in-flight entertainment (hello Star Wars movie marathon), food, and most importantly, wine. The bad news was that I managed to catch a cold as well, and when you have a persistent cough you end up getting repeated dirty looks from snobby middle-aged women. Yes, by all means, let me adjust my flight in the off-chance that you might get a cold, Karen. 

All in all it was a fantastic time finally seeing Ireland. I will say my main regret was not doing a road trip there. I think that’s how I would love to really experience this lovely country. But hey, that’s what next time is for right?

If you’ve been reading any or all these, thank you for sharing in my travel journeys. I’m more than excited for 2020, which will include California and a long-awaited dream of taking a few months and really backpacking throughout Europe. 
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I’ll also be sharing with you new finds from right here in the Midwest. Have a wonderful new year and see you in 2020. Let’s live it up!

Despite being a portion of the trip that featured my other favorite sight in Ireland, the city of Cork itself was underwhelming and frankly, super sketchy. I got off the bus from Galway only to realize I won’t be going out at night while I’m here. Keep that in mind: if you stay in Cork city, make plans outside of it. 

I walked up the steep hill to Sheila’s Hostel. I couldn’t tell you who Sheila is, but she might want to update the place a bit. As I walked inside, thoughts of The Shining kept creeping into my head. I thought I'd legit run out screaming if I happened to come across a pair of child twins. "What the 'redrum' is going on here?" I kept asking myself. There’s something truly creepy about these older buildings, and this was definitely my least favorite of the hostels. They didn’t have lockers in the rooms. Instead, you could rent one on the bottom floor, so basically, I had to run up and down four flights of stairs anytime I needed to grab something from my locker. It was a great workout but a pain in the butt. I was only here two nights though, so at least it was a short stay. 

The good news is that the two places I was planning to check out weren’t actually in the city of Cork anyway. My first full day I went to see the famous Blarney Castle. In addition to the Cliffs of Moher, this was one of my favorite places I saw on the trip. I really lucked out in terms of weather. It was a perfect, sunny day. 

I took the 215 city bus for just under 3 euros over to the village of Blarney where the castle is at. To see the castle and grounds it’ll cost you 18 euros, and I’m telling you it’s totally worth it. Once you pay, you have free range to explore. The castle itself is surrounded by these incredibly beautiful gardens that’ll leave you feeling as if you wandered into a fairy tale. 

My first stop was the castle itself. I first checked out some caves below the castle. While a cool experience, if you’re claustrophobic, avoid them. There's only one way in and out too, so you definitely get up and close and personal with your fellow travelers.

After that, I went up and throughout the castle. It’s one of the biggest castles I saw in Ireland. Now, if you’re wondering about the Blarney Stone, you’ll find it at the very top. I was fortunate that it wasn’t a busy travel season, so while the line to kiss the Blarney Stone may usually be very long, this time around it was a really quick wait. For reference, my trip was at the end of September and into the beginning of October. 

Kissing the Blarney Stone is just one of those things you have to do in Ireland, but even the adventurer in me got a little nervous while doing it. They lay you down and push you over the edge at the top of this massively high castle. You’re there looking down at the ground below, then they tell you to lift your head and kiss the stone. The thing is though, you have to lean far enough over the edge to be able to it, so you’re counting on these people to not let go. One slip up and it’s a big ol’ Blarney splat. I will say it was a memorable kiss to say the least. 

I then made my way into the gardens. It’s such a pretty area that it truly takes your breath away, and I don’t doubt that it was even more stunning with the sun out. Also on the grounds is the Blarney House, which looks like a castle itself, but rather one from the 1700s. In the high tourist season you can even go inside the house, but unfortunately it was closed until spring. 

While I may have been lucky with the weather my first full day in the Cork area, my second day was the complete opposite.  I got up early and my plan was to visit the seaside town of Cobh. Not only was it known for having a beautiful cathedral, but it was also where the Titanic made its final stop before heading out to sea. I had also heard there was a Titanic museum there as well that I was hoping to see. 

I couldn’t help but notice the clouds setting in as I was on the bus to Cobh and like clockwork, then came the rain – and plenty of it. I got off the bus and was hit with heavy winds, cold weather, and rain. I walked over to Cobh Cathedral while simultaneously trying not to get blown out to sea. What was initially meant to just be a sightseeing stop, became a literal shelter from the storm.

The church itself was beautiful inside. Catholic churches are definitely known for having some exquisite architecture. There were a few other people inside but other than that it was pretty empty. I gave myself a good 20-25 minutes inside there, hoping the storm would let up a bit. After all, I didn’t want to spend my entire day inside there. No such luck. The rain seemed to get heavier and the winds stronger as the morning went on. Oh well. I figured I’ll fight it out and still walk around the town. Not even 10 minutes out in the elements and I was soaking wet, shivering, and utterly miserable. I decided my trip to Cobh was going to be much more brief than I anticipated. I went back to the bus stop and headed back to Cork city. I soon realized the rain was going to remain for the rest of the day, but I also didn’t want to stay cooped up in my hostel. I hit up a coffee shop to do some writing and checked out shops in the area. I was still soaking wet and cold, so I figured I could at least treat myself to a nice warm sweater. 

I eventually made it back to the hostel on haunted hill as I began referring to it, where I got to meet one of my roommates. She is from Ireland and was in Cork for a short visit. It was really cool talking with her because I got to learn more about the history between Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. While I knew about it somewhat, hearing about it from her and the real-life ramifications that Irish people have experienced was incredibly poignant to listen to. It’s easy to get caught up in seeing new places, but some of the most memorable moments are the people you meet and learn from while you're there. 

The next morning it was time to head back to Dublin for one more day of exploring and of course, an epic final night out in Ireland. Stay tuned for the final portion of my Ireland adventure...

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When asked what city I should spend the most time in, every person I asked gave me the same answer: Galway. 

Galway is located on Ireland’s west coast, an area known to be one of the most scenic parts of the country. I left for Galway on the CityLink bus from Dublin. Thankfully, another easy find as the bus stop was located right near my Dublin hostel along the river. The ride is about 2 hours and 20 minutes, making it the perfect time for a busy traveler to get  a nap in.

The fabulous thing about Galway is that it’s not a super big city and everything is very central. I only walked a mere 3 minutes from the bus stop to my hostel. Galway City Hostel is in a prime location at the corner of Eyre Square in the heart of the city. 

I checked into my hostel and began what would be a mild flirtation/sarcastic report with the guy working the front desk. Hey, when in Ireland right? 

This was also another very nice hostel - very clean, safe, and they even provide a free breakfast in the mornings. Did I mention this place also has a hair straightener and dryer on hand? 

Upon entering my room, however, I quickly learned that while most people at hostels are thrilled to meet new people, the girls I was sharing a room with were the definition of anti-social. Not all was lost - there would be more people to meet eventually.

I took it pretty easy that first day. I walked around the city and checked out Galway’s famous Latin Quarter. Dinner was actually a pretty easy choice that first day. There was a great restaurant/bar right across the street from my hostel called Garvey’s. It had a really cool 1800's design inside. It was also very cozy, which made it the ideal spot to enjoy a meal, a half-pint of Guinness and a good book once the rain set in that evening. 

The following day was the big trip to the Cliffs of Moher. I will start off by saying the Cliffs of Moher was without a doubt one of my favorite places I visited during the trip. I lucked out that it wasn’t a rainy day too – win! 

I got on the 350 bus to get there. The bus station was located right around the corner from my hostel. The station is called Eyre Square Station. Again, I can’t emphasize enough how conveniently located everything was. Now, it’s worth noting that that Cliffs of Moher isn’t close. By bus, it’s at least a 2 hour ride. In fairness, they make stops in towns along the way, and the ride itself is quite pretty. You get to see a lot of the countryside and cows – lots of cows! I don’t think I’ve seen so many cows in my life. They are literally everywhere over there. Now, this bus advertises WiFi access, but from my experience, it was non-existent. Another opportunity to nap though…

Once you get to the Cliffs of Moher, you pay about 7 euros for access in and then it’s pretty much just a free-for-all.

They have a fence there in the technical sense, but it’s really just a series of short stacks of wood piled together. They aren’t even over the edge either. If you go on the other side of the ‘fence’, you can go right to the edge of the cliffs. You can bet that's what I did too.  It’s really thrilling look out over them, though it's definitely not for the faint of heart or anyone with a fear of heights. I couldn’t help but wonder how many putz tourists fell over that thing though. I would hope that’s not the case, but these days, the travel influencers are doing anything for the ‘gram so who knows. All joking aside, the Cliffs of Moher are worth it. It was truly one of the most memorable and beautiful places I’ve ever seen. Sure, it’s full of tourists and not a hip, off-the-beaten-path find, but it’s a must when you visit Ireland. 

When I eventually made it back to my hostel that evening, I was greeted by a fellow American, a med student named Erin who was studying abroad in England and taking a short trip to Ireland. We got to talking and went out that night to a pub called Tig Cholli. This pub was super fun and they even had live traditional Irish music. 

Day 3. Aran Islands. Well, one island to be exact. The island I was heading to was Inishmore and apparently the rain wanted to join in on the fun. Sure, you’re probably thinking that’s Ireland!'. Fair point. The thing is though, the best way to experience Inishmore is to take a bicycle and ride around the island. When there’s nothing but rain, you’re obligated to take a van tour of the island and  it’s just not the same. So, that would be my number one piece of advice for visiting the Aran Islands: make sure to go on a day when it won’t be raining.

In my case, I had already bought my ferry ticket before I left for Ireland, so dagnabbit I was going. Even though I had purchased the ferry ticket online, I still had to pick up the ticket itself at Kinlay Hostel in Galway. I bought my ferry ride round trip through Aran Island Ferries. I then caught the bus to that would take us to the ferry. Heads up: even that bus trip is about an hour. 

As I mentioned earlier, the rain means your best option to see Inishmore is by van tour. The good news is that these are done by locals that truly take pride in their home. Our tour guide had lived on Inishmore pretty much his entire life. Considering this is an island with roughly 500-ish people, it’s definitely a lifestyle choice you have to really love. Knowing me, I’d go crazy with boredom being there all the time, but he really seemed to love it. I can't even imagine what dating must be like there...

Perhaps the most interesting portion of my Inishmore adventure was the ferry ride back to the mainland. The waves were super choppy, making it a very bumpy ride. While I loved the excitement of it, the majority of older people that populated that ferry were not having it. Some joked, while others made good use of those motion sickness bags. 

The next day was my last in Galway. I figured I would stick around town. Well, that got boring fast. I had already seen most of Galway the first day, and aside from shopping and hanging out at a pub it was only Noon and I didn’t know what else to do. I decided to enlist the help of Google to look up small towns nearby that were a short train ride away, which lead me to Athenry. 

I walked over to the train station, got my ticket, and made my way to this quiet little Irish town. It was adorable in its sleepiness. My first stop was Athenry’s heritage center, which is essentially a historic church and cemetery. While I was able to see the outside of the building, I couldn't see inside due to a ceremony going on. It wasn’t all bad though. After the heritage center, I went over to Athenry Castle. I’m always fascinated by these small European and British towns I’ve explored that have these centuries old castles sitting among them. The world around has changed immensely, but still they stand, a constant reminder of the past. 

Upon arriving at Athenry Castle, I was greeted by the kindest lady. She assumed I was a student, but when I told her I was not, she still offered me the student price. I’m not sure what was more awesome: someone thinking I was a college student or getting that discount. Keep moisturizing kids.

Athenry Castle was incredible, and the best part is that there weren’t a bunch of tourists either. I was literally one of three people visiting the castle at that time. 

I then wandered over to the priory, which was also hundreds of years old. Unfortunately, this one was closed off to tourists but the building itself is quite open, so you can still see inside really well. 

I figured my trip to Athenry wouldn’t be complete without a stop in a local pub, but I soon realized I should have just gone right back to Galway. I went into the first open pub I found, only to discover I was the only female there. It was me and a bunch of older, creepy men. Not exactly the scenario I was hoping for. Despite my initial desire to turn around and walk out, I wanted to be polite. Let’s be real: as an American right now, I feel an incessant need to be extra-considerate when traveling abroad. Yet my politeness was met with inappropriate comments, lingering stares, and more reasons why we need the Me Too movement. I was uncomfortable in every sense of the word, and I don’t think I’ve drank a Guinness faster in my life. 

I hustled out of that bar and went directly to the train station, relieved to get as far away from there as humanly possible. 

At least the day ended on a good note though. I met another fellow American back at my hostel and we went out for my last night in Galway to a bar called The King’s Head. It was the perfect last night in Galway. We were treated to live Irish music and dancing. I loved it. 

Next up, it's off to Cork, where I explore Ireland’s most famous castle and have a very memorable kiss…

​It’s safe to say Ireland has been on my bucket list for several years now. Back in 2017 when I was planning my Europe/UK birthday trip, I had originally planned to visit England, Scotland, and Ireland. However, some great advice from a friend pointed me to Paris instead, which was ultimately the best decision and then gave me the chance to see family again in The Netherlands.

Ireland was still on my mind though, so when I was looking ahead to my next overseas trip, I knew it was finally time to make that dream a reality.

Initially, I had hoped to meet up with a friend from New York who would be running the Dublin marathon, but I couldn’t get that time off with my TV producing job, which meant I’d be traveling on my own a month earlier instead. 

At this point, I find it rather amusing to see people’s expressions when I tell them I’ve willingly traveled on my own - mainly because they just don’t realize how many people (including young women) actually do it. I could wait years trying to make plans with friends, so why not just go and meet new friends over there? Well, I ended up meeting quite a few fantastic people along the way, but more about that later…

The perks of my insanely early morning work schedule meant that I could still go to work and fly out that same day. I flew Iceland Air, and while other airlines are going for entertainment or comedy for their safety videos, these folks went a completely different route. Iceland Air’s safety video was like one of those prescription drug commercials. Am I learning to use the life vest or being sold Abilify? 

I had a 45-minute layover in Iceland, and to be honest, I was super nervous about it. In my mind it was near-impossible to try and clear customs and get to the next plane in that amount of time. I’m sure even the McAllister family in Home Alone 2 didn’t have it that bad. Well, it turns out I didn’t have to worry about customs until Dublin and barely had to walk to the next gate. What began as a source of stress turned into relief – especially considering I wouldn’t have wait around at another airport. I literally walked off one plane and right onto the next one. So, if you find yourself with a tight layover in Iceland en route to Europe, don’t worry, you’ll be just fine. They’ve got a convenient system set up. Leave it to the Europeans to make even the littlest travel moments more fabulous.

Once I landed in Dublin, I was able to catch a shuttle bus into the city for just 7 euros right outside the airport. They have several options available as you exit the airport that are easy to find. After that, it was just a short walk from the bus stop to my hostel, Sky Backpackers. I know what you’re thinking: hostel? Seriously though, they’re not bad at all, I promise. Plus, it’s the best way to meet fellow travelers AND stay in a great part of the city. 

Sky Backpackers is one of Dublin’s top-rated hostels, and based on its location, cleanliness, and what they offer, I’d recommend them in a heartbeat. Heck, they even have a hair straightener on hand that you can borrow . Win! Well, unless it’s a rainy day…

When it comes to hostels, you don’t have to worry about towels either. You usually pay a deposit for the towel during your stay and then get your money back at the end. It’s never more than like 5 euros. 

Since I had some time to kill before check-in, I decided to grab a much-needed Guinness and meal at a restaurant/pub nearby called O’Connells right on Bachelor’s Walk. It was a gorgeous day, so I decided to sit outside. Probably a big mistake on my part though, since this non-smoker underestimated just how many people there smoke – and naturally they went outside too.  As I was about to get up and remove myself from Lung Cancer Expo ’19, a trio of Guinness truck drivers sat down next to me and immediately struck up a conversation. This hilarious trio of heavy-set dudes were probably the most interesting introduction to Ireland I could get. What they lacked in teeth (I kid you not), they made up for in humor. These guys were a blast to talk to and they even gave me some great ideas for things to see and do. Here was I was having a Guinness with some of the fellas who deliver the stuff.

After I said goodbye to my new Irish pals, I was able to officially check in to my hostel. I was running on zero sleep and pure adrenaline, so after unpacking, I immediately went out to catch a free walking tour. It was a great decision because not only is it free, but I also got to learn about the city and Ireland’s history as I saw some of Dublin’s best spots. The tour was through a company called Generation Tours. They meet right off Bachelor’s Walk along the river. Even though it’s free, it’s recommended to give a tip at the end. Shout out to our tour guide, Dan. He was 28 with the soul of a 60 year old, dressed like some sort of fisherman/hipster combo, and was exactly how I’d imagine an Irish tour guide would be. Say what you will about the Irish, but they are definitely bad-ass. 

I even met some other American girls on the tour, including two from LA. Needless to say, I was pretty envious I couldn’t also say I was going back home to sunny California after my trip. Now, when I say there’s a lot of American tourists in Ireland, it’s not an exaggeration. We are everywhere! Still not sure if I met more Americans or more Irish during my time there.

Afterward, one of the girls and I agreed to head out on the town later that night. After connecting with some other girls who were staying in my hostel room, we made it a group outing. That’s the cool thing about traveling and hostels: everyone’s up for making new friends and connecting with people. 

We ended up at a really cool, historic bar called The Norseman. One of the girls in our group was from Perth, Australia, and I can still recall the look of horror on her face when we described vacation time in the U.S. 

The next morning, I packed up my things, checked out of the hostel, and walked over to the Jameson distillery for a tour of that venue. Their general tour is actually pretty cheap. It only cost me 15 euros, which is roughly about the same in dollars. Plus, it’s only 40 minutes long, so it won’t take up the majority of your day either. Contrary to the title of this Ireland blog series, whiskey isn’t exactly my thing, so when we were given three different shot-size whiskey samples, I could barely handle a sip. That being said, if you do enjoy whiskey, prepare to get totally hammered on this tour. The idea was to compare Jameson to other whiskey brands, but when they asked the group what they smelled like, I simply replied “alcohol”. I don’t think that was the answer the Jameson rep was going for, but I did make them laugh, so there ya go. 

Basically, the tour teaches you about the history of Jameson and how they prepare the whiskey. Afterward, you can enjoy a complimentary drink. I ordered their mix of Jameson, ginger, and lime. It was really good! I would definitely recommend that combo, especially for those who aren’t big drinkers.
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After the tour was done, it was time for me to catch the bus to Galway, and based on the experiences of friends, I was in store for something special…

It’s no secret that Michigan has terribly long, bleak winters. Even the most snow-happy Michigander has to get a little depressed come February when it’s nothing but gray skies and gray slush on the roads. That’s why taking advantage of Michigan when you can comfortably spend time outdoors is so important, which includes the social scene. I can’t tell you much about Detroit, and I’d be hard-pressed to recommend anything remotely interesting yet in Lansing, but I do know Grand Rapids. That bustling West Michigan mid-size metropolis that has morphed into a mini Portland in the last decade.
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Areas of downtown Grand Rapids that were once sketchy as all get out are now filled with trendy bars, upscale apartments, and pedestrians in Lululemon attire. Looking at you, Bridge St.

All joking aside, it’s great to see my hometown thriving, and with all the new things to see and do, it’s the perfect environment for this travel writer to gather material in-between trips.

One of the coolest experiences in New York is grabbing a drink at a rooftop lounge. The drinks may be overpriced but the skyline is worth every penny. I know where you’re going with this. “But GR is no New York.” That’s absolutely true, but it doesn’t mean Grand Rapids can’t still rock a skyline on a smaller scale. So naturally, as the city – and its skyline – grows, there’s an opening for Grand Rapids to have its very own hip rooftop lounge: Haute at New Hotel Mertens.

Initially, I thought the name Mertens was Dutch, but the theme of the venue is French, so we’ll go with that. Don’t be confused by the hotel part either; it’s not an actual hotel. The downstairs consists of a small bakery and restaurant, but immediately you’ll want to take the elevator up to the rooftop lounge, Haute.

While they do have brunch available, at the time of publishing this blog post, they’ve ended that for the 2019 season. Good news is though, I didn’t get the brunch anyway, so I can’t say whether or not it’s actually worth it.

If you want an evening experience, you can head here during their normal hours, which is everyday 4 p.m. to late – whatever ‘late’ means.

If you’re in the mood for a cocktail, I’d personally recommend the Lady in Red. In addition to tasting really good, it also happens to be one of their cheaper cocktails at just $11. However, if you’re splurging, they do have a drink called the Haute Colada, which sounds incredible. That’ll cost you $16.

All in all, I’d say the vibe of Haute at New Hotel Mertens is upscale chic, and it’s great for plenty of different occasions. It’s a romantic date spot, but can also be a fabulous place to grab drinks with your girls after work. This place is a welcome break from the breweries and dive bars that frequent the Midwest.

Now, not to totally rip of Game of Thrones but winter really is coming, so you’ll want to visit here as soon as possible.

Coming up next month, the trip I’ve been waiting all year for: Ireland! Can’t wait to see what adventures are ahead.

 It’s no secret that travel can be an expensive interest – even for those of us who are down to travel on a budget. That being said, you don’t always have to hop on a plane to feed your travel bug. Sometimes a weekend trip in your own backyard can satisfy your curiosity too. My ‘backyard’ used to be the west coast of the United States and then briefly the east coast. Well now, it's the Midwest. The go-to Midwest city experience is Chicago, but after that, you might be left scratching your head wondering ‘Where else can I go?’. You're then presented with the opportunity to think of cities and places you may have overlooked. Case in point: Cleveland. 

I’ve heard a lot about Cleveland having a renaissance of sorts, so when my friend Amanda and I decided to opt for a location closer to home, we chose Cleveland. 

Believe it or not, in all my years of traveling, I’ve never gotten to do an actual girls’ trip. Sure, you might meet up with friends along the way or make new ones, but a planned vacation just for the girls? Nope, never. 

Needless to say, I was stoked to take a road trip with one of my oldest and dearest friends. We were ready for a much-needed weekend away from the grind, some great conversation, and exploring a new place.

We hit the road Friday afternoon after finishing up work at our individual jobs. Amanda, coming from Grand Rapids, picked me up in Lansing on the way. We were looking at about a 3 ½ hour drive from Lansing. Not bad at all for a weekend trip.

As far as lodging goes, we wanted something in the heart of the city where we could just walk around and not have to worry about driving. We opted for the Crowne Plaza Cleveland at Playhouse Square. As the title suggests, we were right in the heart of the city’s theater district – a win for this theatre major I must say. They had valet parking available, which cost us an additional $36 a day, but when you split the price, it’s not so bad.

Once we were settled in, Amanda and I were ready to grab some dinner and see some of the city. Luckily for us, the entire weekend was gorgeous in regards to the weather. We had our first meal outside at a place called The Republic, which was a few blocks down from our hotel on Euclid Ave. A nice way were able to save some money (and not waste food) was to split a meal between the two of us. The food here was awesome. We got the chicken, and I’d totally recommend it in a heartbeat.

After dinner, we hit up a cool rooftop bar/lounge near our hotel called Azure. Surprisingly, for being a chic rooftop bar in the heart of a city, the crowd wasn’t too douchey. Yeah, you know the type…

A drink at Azure ranges in the $10-$15 range, so not terrible considering the prime location. That was definitely a spot I’d recommend if you’re looking for a nice place for drinks in Cleveland during the summer.

The next day was our big day to really get lost in the city and explore. We had some suggestions as well as spots we looked up on our own. One area multiple people recommended to us was The Flats. This is a popular area along the water there. 

We walked from our hotel to The Flats. It’s at least a solid mile walk from Playhouse Square but totally doable. We hit up the aquarium over there, where I tried and subsequently failed to touch a sting ray. Listen, I’ll go skydiving or climb a mountain, but apparently touching a sting ray somehow freaks me out. I guess my adventurous side comes and goes.

After the aquarium, we stuck around The Flats for a late lunch and ate at one of the coolest restaurants I've been to. It’s called Lindey’s Lake House, and as you can imagine, it looks and feels exactly like a gorgeous lake house along the water. It’s a very open restaurant, with both inside and outside parts to it. It's such a pretty spot, especially on a beautiful summer day. Granted I was with one of my good friends, but if you’re ever in Cleveland and also need a good summer date spot, this place is perfect. I imagine it’s just as great in the evening there too.

As far as food goes at Lindey's Lake House, I opted for the Chicken Tinga Tacos. They were delicious and even came with a cucumber salad, which I hadn’t had since LA. So good!

By the time we were done with lunch, the two of us were ready for a nap. A cool fact: you can catch a free trolley to take you to different areas of the city, which you can bet we took advantage of on our way back to the hotel. It was super convenient. There’s a trolley stop right by Lindey’s Lake House, and it takes you right back to Playhouse Square. 

Once we rested up for a bit, it was time to enjoy our Saturday night. Shout out to my friend Amanda for discovering Chocolate Bar, which is located on Euclid and 4th. They have the coolest selection of unique martinis that you can pick from. If you’re looking for a cute place for a photo op, head right across the street to a restaurant-filled alley decorated with lights. It’s prettiest at night (obviously). We enjoyed some bar hopping and ended our Saturday night back at Azure for a great time. 

After checking out of our hotel the next morning, it was back to Michigan – but not before stopping at the Christmas Story house. This was the one thing I had to see while I was there. A Christmas Story is my favorite Christmas film! I can think of an endless array of classic Christmas Story quotes as I type this. Even though the film takes place in Indiana, they filmed it in Cleveland – hence the name of the street Ralphie lives on is ‘Cleveland Street’. The house came decorated with Christmas lights and even that iconic leg lamp in the window. Talk about the ultimate Christmas in July experience.

If you’re wondering why the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame wasn’t mentioned, well, that’s because we didn’t make it there. That’s the thing about traveling with other people: sometimes you have to compromise. 

And speaking of rooftop lounges, coming up in September, I’ll introduce you Grand Rapids’ hip rooftop lounge you have to experience while the weather’s still nice. And after that, it’s Ireland 2019! Stay tuned….