Four years ago as we all celebrated the start of 2014 I hit publish on the Casual Travelist. Little did I imagine then where this little blog would take me. In 2017 I celebrated 15 years of wedded bliss, struggled with and then embraced turning forty and welcomed my adorable little niece into our family. A surgery side-tracked me for the past few months but I’m ready to hit the road running (both travel-wise and fitness-wise, lack of exercise during recovery+holiday indulgence has definitely resulted in too tight pants syndrome). I visited 8 different states, 2 new countries and 1 new continent but I really feel that the best part of my blogging journey is all the people I’ve connected with both virtually and in person. I’m eternally grateful for all of you who have chosen to follow me on my little corner of the internet and I wish you a year full of happiness and adventure in 2018.
If you’re anything like me you’re still wrapping your head around the fact that 2018 is just days away. For better or for worse, 2017 just seemed to fly by. 2017 was a year of some major life milestones for me; I turned the big 40, celebrated 15 years of wedded bliss, became an auntie for the third time and marked my 10 year anniversary as a physical therapist. While I didn’t get to travel as frequently as I would have liked this year, with family events taking priority over personal trips in the beginning of the year and a surgery in November keeping me grounded for the past 6 weeks, the trips I did take made for some absolutely memorable experiences. As I finish up my recovery and planning adventures for 2018 I wanted to take a look back at some of my favorite moments from 2017. Read More
Let’s face it, Instagram is filled with fresh-faced ingenues in flowing dresses looking wistfully into the sunset (for the fourth time this week, because #blessed) and obsessing over their rainbow-colored lattes in the newest cat cafe in Tokyo. Ladies, keep doing what you do as Instagram obviously loves you, but after joining the over forty club earlier this year I’m drawing my travel inspiration from a different set of women. Members of Generation X, baby boomers and beyond; these globetrotting gals prove that you don’t have to hang up your floppy hat and put away your sense of adventure once the clock strikes forty. Whether they are balancing a love of travel with a 9-to-5 corporate job, traveling with kids in tow or making the most of their golden years; these women show that travel just gets better after forty. For more travel inspiration follow these fabulous female travelers over forty on Instagram.
The end of November brings Thanksgiving and the subsequent online shopping binge that marks the beginning of the holiday season. In contrast to October which saw me jet-setting across two continents trekking across the Atlas Mountains in Morocco and then eating my weight in pastel de nata in Portugal, November was a fairly quiet month for me travel-wise. Luckily for me November is a great month to hang around Coastal Virginia, with fairly mild temperatures and the yellows and maroons of fall finally reaching the south. The second half of the month I was laid up due to a surgery, but we’ll get to that in a bit. First, let’s take a look at how stinking pretty Coastal Virginia is. Read More
I don’t know about you guys, but as far as I’m concerned October is one of the best overall months to travel almost anywhere. Northern destinations are ablaze in fall color, warmer areas trade summer’s oppressive heat for glorious sunshine filled days and spring returns to the southern hemisphere. Coupled with the fact that flight and hotel costs are lower than peak season summer and holiday prices it would be a shame not to travel in October. If you’ve been following me on Instagram and Facebook (and you definitely should be) then you already know I spent the first half of October on the road, and while I had a jam packed itinerary in two countries on two different continents I loved every crazy minute of it. Read More
Well, it’s the end of August and another summer is just about in the books. I don’t know about you but this summer went by way too fast for my liking. I’ve got a few more beach days up my sleeve (never enough though) and pumpkin spice season is on the horizon (I refused to acknowledge the PSL anytime before October 1).
Is it just me or is anyone else wondering how on earth it’s the end of July already? While the days are longer the summer months seem to fly by way too quickly for my liking. June found me in a bit of a funk about turning 40. Well, not so much a funk as a feeling of inaction and indecision; a feeling of suspended animation while life keeps going on around you. I knew I wanted to go somewhere for the long Independence Day weekend and I hemmed about where to go until about two weeks before I wanted to leave, and 5 minutes before going to bed one night I hit purchase on two tickets to Denver. I went into beast mode with trip planning and had an itinerary in a few days. Those first steps of action and decision were enough for me to feel like I got my mojo back.
So this is 40. Over the past few years I’ve transitioned from being “Miss” and I am now squarely in “Ma’am” territory. I’m not just an a adult, I am a middle-aged adult (cringe). I have worked for the same company for 10 years, have a mortgage and a good credit score. I have been married for over a third of my life. I wear sensible shoes. Increasingly I’m the adultier adult that other adults turn to for advice when making adult decisions.