A travel blog for the quiet folk
As I walk out of my hostel and head towards the Old Port of Montreal, I don’t feel too cold. I can handle this. Winter in Montreal is no joke. The temperature was 12 degrees Fahrenheit. After walking for a while I stopped in a shop briefly. Stepping outside it was suddenly frigid and I
I have flown a lot. Getting on an airplane to go to my next destination is a breeze, and I consider myself to be a pretty savvy traveler. The one thing that I had yet to experience in my 27 years of traveling was solo travel. I have done a few things abroad on my