humor
Between language barriers, culture wars, and strange people at the airport, your trip is bound to be rife with laughter.
Summer Destinations
Every Summer, the world sees an influx of tourism. Stretching across the world, everyone tries to experience something new and foreign. Of course, millions of lists appeal to all types of people, like photographers, foodies, and book enthusiasts. Still, one demographic of people seems to be underrepresented when it comes to summer trips. This group is on the fringe of society but still is a part of society, Conspiracy Theorists. Call them crazy if you want, but they're still people who want to see the world, or maybe you're one of them and are looking for a trip to go on yourself. This list will appeal to the five most popular conspiracy theories and a destination they should go to.
By James Rothrock5 years ago in Wander
Sippy cup
Sarah resisted the urge to glance down at her watch. As she sat on the bench in front of her apartment complex, idly wondering at the passers-by, she knew it must have crept well past 5, their agreed-upon time, but she’d sent him a text before she’d come outside to confirm that he still intended on picking her up, and had yet to receive a reply. She was hesitant to send the confirmation message, her finger wavering over the send button for longer than she’d like to admit before she made the move to press it; the guy that was presently occupying her mind seemed so casual about the whole arrangement that she’d not wanted to scare him away with any sense of urgency.
By R.D. Tollak5 years ago in Wander
to late for the contest
The whole place was a dump. the town. the people. the weather. ‘what Am I doing here?’ My ego wondered. even the stray dogs look depressed, So did everyone standing around me. We all waited patiently for something or someone. An earthquake or a Spanish explorer. Something to move us from the spot we were standing. Even near death would be welcomed. everyone here knew it too but didn’t care to or couldn’t change it. Circumstances don’t change. Some souls are just built to pain. all the faces around me wore the same 'maybe next life' look. Wrinkled skin plus broken teeth, cherry noses and empty wallets.
By Craig Johnson5 years ago in Wander
I Have Questions
The other day, while scrolling on Facebook, I came across a post for a business that is closing. The owner was discarding miscellaneous items used in the store for display and storage. Out of the candles, racks, and baskets; a two-piece set of luggage caught my eye. I know nothing of fine vintage items. I simply know what sparks an interest and curiosity. I messaged the owner to see if the pieces were still available. A two-piece set of Hartmann brown leather vintage luggage for free came home with me the next day.
By Emma Merritt5 years ago in Wander
Café Iruña
May 1937 The two men sat in a booth in a dark corner of the Café Iruña in Pamplona. The half-booth was next to a window overlooking the Plaza del Castillo. One man sat in the bench seat with his back to the wall, he was brooding and handsome. The other man sat opposite him in a wooden chair. His back to the rest of the cafe, he spoke with words and hand gestures. He interrupted his speech with occasional scribbles on the tabletop.
By David Littleton5 years ago in Wander
Road Ram-blings
I’ve often agreed with the characteristics attributed to my astrological sign - Aries, the Ram, the first sign of the Zodiac – one of the three fire signs. Descriptions of the signs’ traits appear in many places: online; in quirky metaphysical shops where you can buy incense and Wiccan tools; head shops; any given greeting card aisle. Ever found one in a beer bottle cap? I have. Am I a believer? Well, I’m not, NOT a believer. I don’t live and die by a horoscope, but I do admit to being a “leap before I look” and “get out of my way and follow me” kind of gal.
By Lisa Lynne5 years ago in Wander
Ram Ramblings
Heading home from South Padre Island a few days ago, we rolled to a routine stop at a Border Patrol checkpoint. An officer approached to ask our citizenship and destination, taking a cursory look into the vehicle at the two ladies in front, two teen ladies in back, and one lady dog on the center console. Being the Southern hospitality goddess that I am, I asked if Robert Crunk was on duty (not knowing for sure if he was on a shift or if this would even be his post), but before the officer could process my question, some sort of warning sound emanated from the device in his hand; he glanced at it, and in a slightly less routine manner he looked at all of us and asked "Have any of you had a major medical procedure recently?"
By Lisa Lynne5 years ago in Wander
Adventures in Concrete Biting
On one balmy Tuesday evening, I now understood why my childhood Danny O’ Day ventriloquist doll with the Edgar Bergen 33 LP to “Learn How to Be a Ventriloquist” would be of utmost importance. OR how sitting down with my dear friend Linda when we were kids with World Book Encyclopedia to teach ourselves sign language in order to outsmart and talk about our teachers right in front of them would come in handy. I would practice my ventriloquism skills on the neighborhood kids who admittedly were a great deal younger than me. I had them convinced Danny O’Day was my brother and he would “talk” to them and engage them with stories and jokes.
By Terri Hall5 years ago in Wander
Florida Is Terrible (Except When It's Not)
Florida is known exclusively in two modes: Sunshine Funtime Beach Disney Wonderland or Scary Drug Alligator Insanity Death Pit. I say, "Why can't it be both?" Today we'll take a look at Central Florida, which I will define as going as far south as Sarasota and as far north as Ocala or Daytona Beach, even though most of my time was spent at my home in Altamonte Springs or with my friends in Winter Park and Windermere and my school in Orlando (alright, that's enough cities for now).
By Sam Pinnelas5 years ago in Wander
The 3 Types of People Living Near the Beach
Beaches are all different — there are quiet, residential beaches, then there are boisterous boardwalks. But what about the locals? Coastal areas can vary wildly in geography and level of development. You’ll have pleasant, sleepy beaches in primarily residential beach towns, then you’ll have boisterous boardwalks with rides and funnel cake.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 years ago in Wander
