May 7, 2017

"Do you like to dance?" asked my Honduran lyft Driver, named Sunday. “Because if you like to dance, I know just the place. If you like reggae music or blues or any music I will just stop driving right now and take you. It’s called the light house cafe." I made a note "...

May 5, 2017

These true stories all happened in the past 30 hours. 

- The first conductor waved out the window to her home and cats, and then proceeded to have a stuffed animal speak to a young child in a cartoon voice. 

- In San Antonio  on a 6 hour layover  I walked to eat fatty br...

May 4, 2017

When I was a kid, we didn't travel much. Trips to New Jersey to see my grandparents once or twice a year or visits to Houston or Galveston a few times was the extent. What seemed like weeks before a trip would kick off, my mother would start packing. As a family of adv...

March 25, 2017

It's 3 am and I'm researching. I'm on my side, the Iphone light dimmed, trying to not wake up my husband. I'm flipping through various Airbnb's and hotels- each one representing a place we could go. A future experience. I'm researching trains & more trains and buses co...

February 3, 2017

It was 11pm. I was in downtown Chicago, near Union Station, attempting to hail a cab, and balancing my (always) unusually large suitcase and multiple extra bags in the process. The specific cab I was allowed to hail was nowhere to be found. I was not supposed to be her...

January 20, 2017

It's 9 pm and the electricity on the train goes out. This is planned.

6:30 pm finds me boarding in Austin.  I find a seat next to a quiet girl who doesn't really look up from her Netflix. This is good. 

The train starts to move.

Almost to San Antonio, the research f...

January 16, 2017

In 2008, in the earliest record of travel that exists on the great wide world of Facebook, the Konig- Gidseg's took a train to NYC. This was odd in very many ways. Besides the fact that our family did not travel, almost as a rule, my mother recently had recovered from...

January 15, 2017

At 11, I stopped taking planes. We were set to visit my grandparents in New Jersey, as we did every year, and I remember telling my family I wouldn't go. I was adamant. Desperate for a solution ( I imagine) My mother and I took the train from Austin to New York, a patt...

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From nervous traveler to motivated explorer. Follow my journey, sans plane, as I take trains and buses across the US to see all the beauty there is to see, and tell all the stories there are to tell.




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