This has, in general, been the course of my love life. I get excited about the prospect of someone and it falling apart. I have grown accustomed to it... as Bane would say I was born in it, molded by it. I have finally come to a point in my life where I can barely be bothered. Thanks to the interwebs my wanderlust and my general lack of attraction to and for modern westernized women I tend to find girls who interest me either abroad but on the rare occasion I find one within the +1 country code.
St. Petersburg is the second largest city in Russia and home to women who absolutely blow my mind. I have never been to a place where the women, just going to the corner store, dress like they are going out on Saturday night. And the way these girls look dressed up… you will feel a pain in your stomach from falling in love several times a minute.
What I mean when I say living like a local is not living like a tourist or as a westerner who just can't give up McDonald's.
Howdy, One of the MANY things I have to figure out for my hopeful future move towards living my life as a long term traveler is where to start. There are several great, inexpensive places for a novice, location independent, nomad to live so narrowing it down is an ordeal in and of itself. I … Continue reading Thailand vs. Philippines: The move. Maybe.