My little feet traveled pretty far. Further than many people do in their lifetimes. My parents took advantage of the free airfare/accommodation for little kids and brought me along their treks to four different continents before age two. I guess part of that must have stuck with me, because now I’m still hungry for those narrow foreign streets, the strange flavors tickling my American palate, and the rapid acquisition of unknown languages. I dig traveling. A lot. Hopefully one day I can get paid to do it.

Until then, I’m stretching my tips from all those late night shifts at the local café as far as I can around the globe. First this summer comes a month-long stay in Barcelona, learning the ropes of both a magazine internship and living in beautiful Espana for a month. After that I’ll be participating in the bass-fueled exodus to the largest festival of its kind, the Outlook Festival, churning bass out of speakers in an abandoned fort on a Croatian beach. Who knows what comes next. But I’ll be sure to write about it.