Heyyo! I’m Rita, a funky, free-spirited, often forget… Full of life, writer. This blog focuses on my experiences as a solo, female, budget traveler and my ongoing alternative lifestyle.
In this blog you will find;
- Colorful stories describing my escapades and mishaps
- Individualized city, country, and regional travel guides
- Photos galore
- All the tips and tricks I learned along the way
- My poetic stylings
- And much more!
My credentials: At the spry, wide-eyed age of 22 I decided to journey into the world’s expanse all by myself. I was equipped with a carry-on sized backpack, ample youthful exuberance, and the gusto for letting experience be my guru. After traveling across 5 continents, 26 countries, and racking up more miles than Major Tom (all in the last 2.5 years,) I made Northern California my new home base. In between bouts of international adventuring, I now work in cannabis cultivation.
When I first set out into the world, I had a “simple” eight month trip split between Europe and South East Asia in mind, but 48 hours after touching down in Cambodia;
Oddities odyssey called to me,
it was then I knew
normalcy was forever my adversary.
Destined to be a renegade
revolving on the backside of reality,
I decided perma-vagabond
was the life for me.
If you DREAM of traveling the world but don’t think you have what it takes, think again! You don’t have to be an epic hero to travel the globe. I’m much closer to being Clark Griswold than Odysseus.
Don’t believe me? Once I managed to walk 40 minutes down the street before realizing my backpack was unzipped. When I finally realized my faux pas I no longer owned a raincoat. Later that same day, I left my Firkenstocks ($5 “Birkenstocks”) in Utrecht, but didn’t realize it until I arrived in Amsterdam. This brought my lost ‘n wandering sole count to five pairs of sandals in five months. So yeah… there’s that.
Now that I’ve put my (probably bare) foot in my mouth, I hope I conveyed: if I can do this, anybody can.
Despite never ceasing to put the blonde in That Blonde Vagabond, I survived and thrived alone, and on the road for over two years.
I am chock-full of travel tips and have self-deprecating stories galore. That’s right, the laughs on me and I won’t even charge you my two cents… Oh I should probably mention, I like to pepper in puns to spice things up. So call me Hootie, because if you hold my hand, I’ll take you to the promise land.
This blog has been brought to you by; countless hours of tears and triumph, thoughtful contemplation, litters of coffee, unguarded truth, ravenous creative spirit, and unabashed fearlessness. Enjoy.