Announcement & How I Afford Travel Blogger Burnout . As a travel blogger, it probably wouldn’t sound right if I say I’m tired of travel. But because travel blogging is my job, I’ve found it changes the way I see/experience travel. Knowing I have a responsibility to my blog followers,… to keep things interesting, keep content fresh, informational and exciting, sometimes, […]
My Vlogging Cameras video: http://bit.ly/vlogging-cameras Today I’m going to reveal my three vlogging (and blogging) cameras that I use to create my Youtube videos and my blog.
Watch my video : Attending my first TBEX conference in Athens, Greece! | Vlog #2 (Cant see it, click here) . Want to know why I fled to Europe at the last-minute or a month? Recently, I attended the travel blogging conference, TBEX Europe (aka Travel Bloggers Exchange) in Athens Greece. I met and mingled with fellow travel
VIDEO | My Travel Channel Host Audition | Vlog #1 .Recently, I was flown to New York for a Travel Channel Travel Host screen test.
Receive 35% off of a lifetime membership to Travel Blog Success. I occasionally get reader questions about how to start a blog. Starting “a blog” is one thing and can be as easy as simply opening a WordPress or Blogger account and plunkering around.
Dump a bucket of ice water over myself? Make a video of it and then pay money? You’ve gotta be crazy. Unless you’ve been traveling or closed your Facebook account, you may have heard about the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge , a viral video
Los Angeles. I looked out at the smog-clouded city and its diorama of street grids, freeways and moving car ants. Giant Hollywood film billboards dot buildings as a reminder of an urban succubus, wooing millions of young, aspiring artists to live out
If your dream is to travel and/or live abroad, then you’ve probably asked yourself the question: How can I make money to travel or live abroad? Travel is not a traditionally painted road of right and wrong resumes. There are many alternative ways to go and the road is as wide as your creativity. In this […]
When I was in my twenties and thirties, I exercised faithfully as if it were my religion. If I skipped just one day, I was certain my body would go to “fat hell.” Focused. Driven. I was a slave, obsessed with repenting the sins of fat. And yet, a part of me enjoyed this sadomasochism. As a […]