When Travel Comes Knocking, to Boston We’re Flocking!

At four hundred hours, both of our alarms go off and we jump into action, silencing the buzzing sounds. We then take a few minutes to adjust to the fact that it’s morning, the sun hasn’t risen yet, and we have to take our showers and prepare for our day. The consensus? It’s way too early.

After brushing our teeth, showers, the usual last minute packing for the odds and ends, and hugging John’s mother, Patty, goodbye, we tout our backpacks, grab our hats, and settle into the car for the ride to the airport that John’s father, Jeff, was kind enough to offer. We head to the Richmond International Airport to the soundtrack of metal and Ozzy Osbourne. John’s working on something for a VPN from home and so his father and I chat on the way in. For the most part, we’re talking about other drivers and how anyone that’s not the person driving the vehicle you’re in is a terrible driver. Jeff’s also telling me a bit about music, both rock and metal. Considering neither are really in my usual easy pop internet radio stations, I don’t have much to offer but the occasional nod and promise to look up an artist or song.

Finally, we arrive at the airport and gather up our things – which is easy when all you’re taking is a backpack and hat – and say our farewells to Jeff.

Richmond International Airport isn’t overly large, so getting checked in is easy – John simply sticks his credit card into a kiosk and it gives us our tickets. In minutes, we’re through security and waiting at the gate. By 0630 EST, we’re in the air and headed for Boston. The flight is only an hour long so we watch a couple of episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. These particular episodes are pretty action-packed (the ones where Ed and Al confront Scar about the Rockbell’s for those not in the know – and no, you can’t really count that as a spoiler after six years) so the flight goes by quickly. The stewardess comes by periodically and we both get water. When she offers us snacks, he takes the tiny cookies while I munch on Cheez-its.

At last, we land. The view from the plane as we’re coming down is pretty – amazing, even. We’re in Boston until 0500 EST, so we’re pretty excited. John’s planned the layover so we can explore for a bit since he’s got experience here. We take the Silver Line bus into the Metro and change over to the Red Line towards Alewife and South Station. We were both impressed, by the way, with the way the diesel engine swapped onto the trolley grid and vice versa on the way home. (Here’s a nifty tidbit – the Silver Line is free, which means getting from the airport and transferring onto the Red Line is free, too! We got out into Boston for free, though we did have to pay for our tickets coming back. Admittedly, $2.75 per person is still way better than what we’d be paying in DC.)

We get off at Park Place and explore for a bit. We’ve already decided that the first order of business will be food since we woke up at the unholy hour of four in the morning. We were thinking about looking for the usually advertised fare in Boston – clam chowder – but the first thing we see coming up to the street level through the elevator is a Burger King.

“Besides, nothing’s actually serving food right now,” John tells me, reminding me once more that it’s way too early in the day to be awake. A good day for me starts with me waking up no sooner than ten in the morning. He cushions the blow a bit by adding, “And I really just feel like a whopper.” Well… Okay, if we’re not going because it’s the only thing open, I can accept that.

Of course, that’s when we ran into our first snag. We crossed the street to get into the Burger King, but… they’re only serving breakfast food. I cringe a little and go with the egg-normous burrito (which really is too big) and he gets a croissant with bacon, egg, and cheese. While we’re waiting for our food, I get a good look at the rules there – and wow is it strict.

The bathroom is only accessible to customers who have already purchased food – a specification that surprises me. Another note is that those who have purchased food are only to take fifteen minutes to consume their food before they’re advised to move on. Holy cow – so much for enjoying my food.

Still, it starts raining while we’re there, so we ignore the latter notice, deciding that we’ll venture out when it lightens up a bit. After a few minutes, we find the rain is sprinkling more so than drumming, so we head out, going around the corner to the right to find the Starbucks. I greatly need caffeine despite my distaste for the bitter drink called coffee. Yuck! He wants to get some work done and I need to wake up so we head over and get our respective drinks – a mocha latte for him and a caramel macchiato for me, both at child’s temperature. David, the barista, told me that the drink would be sweet. Upon tasting the beverage, I immediately feel betrayed. My taste buds are assaulted by the too-strong taste of coffee, coffee, coffee and I’m squinting at my drink as John rolls his eyes at me and leads me to a table behind the counter since all the window seats are taken. “Just because he said it’s a sweet coffee doesn’t change the fact that it’s still coffee,” he chides me. Eugh.

It’s at this point that we take our break from pretending to be normal human beings. I log onto Final Fantasy XIV and train the FC birds before going to harvest the Krakka Root I’ve got growing at my house. My connection is tenuous at best, so I stick to crafting some basic mats – hard leather and boar leather (I know they’re very different levels, but that’s what I had on hand. So sue me. :P). John tries for a nap but gets told no rather bluntly by one of the workers, which is fair.

Still, I’ve done pretty much all I feel up to in FFXIV for the time being and he’s sorted through what he was working on. It’s time to put the laptops away and go on a little miniature adventure.

We’ve asked around a bit for good clam chowder places, so we have an idea of where to go. It doesn’t take very long for us to work out where we should be headed between Google Maps and the compass he wears whenever he travels. It’s a bit of a trek, but we make it there in one piece – I even steal a dog treat (a milkbone) from the Info booth so I can play nice with the dogs (I’m a dog person, can you tell?). The waitress is a bit confused by the random dog treat, but eh. We really only saw people with multiple dogs or with children. I’m not particularly fond of explaining to children why they don’t get dog treats or making adorable doggies sad because I’ve only got the one treat, so I held off.

Lunch is a bowl of lobster bisque and clam chowder at Legal Sea Foods. It’s surprisingly good and we split the two bowls of soup between the two of us (because there’s no point in traveling with your significant other if you can’t have the best of BOTH worlds!). It’s a little pricier than I might have liked, but the soups are both tasty. The atmosphere is very, very nice and the bathrooms are impeccable. My only complaint is that the staff doesn’t introduce themselves by name or wear name tags so I can refer to them by name and/or recommend them to others. There is no denying, however, that they’re very well-mannered, polite, and checked in with us frequently even though we made it obvious from the beginning that we were only there for soups. Not once did anyone make unnecessary suggestions about what we might eat and nor did I feel that our treatment – wearing backpacks and dressed in comfortable travel clothes – was different from the treatment that they gave to a group of three gentlemen all dressed up in nice suits with ties who had clearly ordered entrees.

After lunch, we’re feeling renewed – it’s time to check out the Boston Commons! We trek through Chinatown on our way to the park, but it’s a nice walk after eating. Once we get there, John’s excited to take me out on a Swan Boat, Duck Boat Ride Thing. No, that’s not the actual name, but I’m sure you all get the picture. When we’re walking up, though, they’re swabbing down the deck and closing up. “We close for the rain,” one of the employees explains.

Well, darn. Disappointed, we walk around the lake to see the ducks from the shore if not the water. At one corner of the park, we spy a series of statues – duck statues! John immediately suggests they might be “Make Way for Ducklings”, a book that he’d wanted to show me before we departed from home.

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I snagged a picture of him being adorable – at his protests, really, but it was totally worth it.

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On our way out, I note that the flowers by the corner are pretty and remember that grandma loves pretty things. I don’t know if she’ll be able to see the picture, but hey – it’s worth trying, right?

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We cross the street for lack of anything else to do and find ourselves excited when we see what’s unmistakably a carousel in the distance. That’s right – you read it properly. A carousel. I’ve got a picture of him on it as proof! He decided on a chicken, the silly boy, but I went for a goat! Don’t knock goats, guys – they’re stubborn little butts.

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The carousel itself, though, is admittedly rickety and bumpy. It seriously needs some oil, but at least comes with a bonus sticker on the way out advertising the Frog Pond. It’s not the worst ride we’ve had, but probably not worth the $3.00 per person we paid to try it out.

Afterwards, we walk over to said Frog Pond – it’s basically a large wading pool with a fountain in the middle for children (or adults!) to run through and refresh themselves. I take a break – I’m pretty sure I’ve got a bit of boot shock going on because these are new leather shoes and we’ve walked about five miles today.

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John goes around the pool twice – like I said before, it’s a nice size – and I get a sneaky picture of him on the way out but on his way back, he saw the camera and started posing. I still managed a goofy one, though, because I’m bad enough with a camera to make even a great pose look silly (and besides, he’s naturally derpy anyways).

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He urged me to go around with him so I left our stuff to the dutiful eye of a lifeguard (with her permission, of course) and shucked my shoes and socks, rolling my pant legs up so that I could go around with him. It was startlingly cold – and no, it’s not the kind of cold you get used to after diving in since there’s not enough depth to properly drench yourself unless you’re appropriately tiny.

We relaxed for a bit to take in the sights and dry off. I asked a nearby mother for a few baby wipes to clean my feet while John made fun of me for being Asian, as though it’s just an Asian thing to want to be clean! Bah, he’s a derpity derp, as I’ve already mentioned.

We set off for the park exit which, to my great joy and happiness, is just next to entrance we’d come up! I say this because we walked rather a great deal more than either of us typically does in a given week, much less in a day.

In the station, waiting for the Red Line in the opposite direction, I was approached by a young Asian woman who hesitantly caught my attention and nervously asked, “Chinese?”

I’m sorry to shake my head and say, “No, Korean,” but John is already working on the problem – he’s in the process of looking for Google Translate on his phone. Unfortunately, he doesn’t yet have it, but as someone that often needs to translate words from Korean to English or English to Korean, I happen to have it handy. I set it to translate from English to Chinese (simplified) and typed in, ‘Where are you trying to go?’

It’s really quite convenient – I have absolutely no idea what the kanji in the app says, but it’s enough to get the meaning across and the woman shows me the texts she’d been exchanging with someone else telling her that she needs the Orange Line to a stop at the end of the line. Now, it becomes obvious to both me and John that she needs to transfer which is easy – it’s the very next stop.

We’re able to communicate this to her with body language and get her onto the train and off at the next stop so she can get to where she needs to be.

It’s amazing what a little bit of effort and a handy tool like Google Translate can do for not only you but the people you encounter. John and I are in great moods on our way back to the airport.

Of course, when we get back to the airport, we hit another snag – this one’s a bit more concerning to me because this isn’t something that I’ve really encountered before. Rarely have I had to worry about things like layovers and flights running over, but since it’s my first time doing a series of layovers without my parents, it’s immediately a bit scary to me.

Our flight to Duesseldorf has been delayed by two hours. We booked the following layover to Sweden at the same time, so the Air Berlin woman at the counter is immediately able to inform us of the new layover we have with Scandinavian Airlines, which allays some of my concerns. It’s the next part that really scares me.

In Sweden, we hope to meet with Mia and Ben, friends of John’s. We’ve actually got a flight from Stockholm to Gothenburg, but since we didn’t book it at the same time, there’s no way for us to make any quick changes to that flight or change it out for another.

I’m officially panicking, but John’s not as concerned. He calls up Scandinavian Airlines, who we were planning to flight to Gothenburg with to see if anything can be done, but there’re no easy fixes there and we’re redirected to Expedia. John calls them up and gets a nice woman who immediately introduces herself as Diana. It doesn’t take long for him to explain the situation and the two go over our options. After about ten minutes and a few internet searches, John relates the details to me and we decide that we’re just going to get to Stockholm and see if we can’t organize something with the Scandinavian Airline workers there, perhaps by taking advantage of the fact that we’re foreigners. Worst case scenario? We end up paying about $120 total for the both of us to book a last minute flight to Gothenburg. Apparently, there are frequent flights between Stockholm and Gothenburg so there’s no concern over price gouging or losing out too much on the money we’ve spent.

It’s a major relief and I’m 100% okay now that we’ve established a plan. There’s nothing that concerns me as much as having a sudden change and not knowing how to deal with it. If nothing else, I’m really glad that John knows how to deal with things like this. I might’ve panicked and cried if I were by myself, but now that I’ve seen how John handles it, I’ve got an idea of how to deal with this kind of chaos on my own if it happens in the future.

We’ve got a few unexpected hours so go through the usual motions of travelers everywhere – we locate our gate and go in search of both power outlets and food. Boston’s airport was absolutely amazing when it comes to the easy access to electricity. A great deal of the seating comes with outlets built into them! We settle for Sbarro pepperoni pizza and find a nicely sized table near the windows that has a power outlet just below it. It’s a major find and we grab it as soon as the previous couple leaves.

We’re pretty happy there for the next few hours, playing games and going through whatever online errands we need to attend to.

At 1920, we catch the announcements for boarding and pack up to board our flight and we’re off to Germany!

Ring the Bell Quazimodo – How I ruined my body with sitting.

It’s my third day in Taiwan, Abigail is busy so her best friend Catherine takes me to Elephant Mountain to climb what I called “The Endless Staircase”. One third of the way up I have to stop. Probably 100 stairs.

“Catherine… I need to take a break, my legs are screaming in pain.” –Me

“Oh~~ Okay. You know, old people climb this staircase every morning to stay in shape. Without stopping” Catherine teases. We sit down for a minute before continuing.

Sound like you? Or maybe lower back pain, knee pain? If not you are lucky.

I am actually in pretty decent shape. I try to eat healthy food and I go to the gym on a regular basis.

I would say I fail at the following 3 things, and they are all related:




I can run a mile in a decent time no problem, I practice that at the gym on the treadmill. But where do I fail? Earlier this week I was at Disney all day. 12 hours of walking with Abigail and Catherine. By the end of it, it was clear I had a problem.

I had to sit down, my feet were killing me, I couldn’t stand another minute. They didn’t seem the slightest bit tired.

I was shocked. Since I got to Taiwan, I have walked 10 or so miles most days. Just light gentle walking. It still exhausts me. So I began to wonder why I haven’t improved.

I thought being tired after a day of walking like this was normal. All of my American friends would be exhausted. Catherine and Abigail didn’t seem the slightest bit tired.

I looked at Catherine and Abigail, and how they were walking and imitated it. Straight back, hips forward, shoulders back, head high, toes forward.

Suddenly the pain went away.

I couldn’t maintain that position for long, my muscles were fighting themselves. I could feel my chest pulling my shoulders in, and my hips being pulled forward again. My slouch returned with the pain.

I began to look around at all of the Japanese around us. In Japan, most people don’t use cars. They walk EVERYWHERE. They were maintaining this position with ease.

So I began researching, like I do

I would estimate of the last 15 years of my life, I have spent 90-95% of my waking time sitting.

As a child, less than 11, I lived in a city. I could walk to the store, my friend Andrew’s house, the doctors office, to the bus stop etc. Mom also made me go play outside with the other kids, for some breathing room and exercise. We had recess in elementary school where I would run around for 30 minutes climbing, jumping etc.

I don’t remember anyone telling me I needed to stop “slouching” until I was 13 or so.

We moved out to the country. I moved around in a car everywhere. I sat 8 hours per day in one of those plastic school chairs. When I got home, I spent 2-3 hours doing homework in a chair. My hobby after homework, was to work on the computer. Either videogames or tinkering with it.

Each day I probably spent only 20 minutes walking.

We weren’t meant to sit all day.

There are two basic parts to your standing posture. The lower body and the upper body.

The upper body is the most noticeable, hunched shoulders, head sticking out. This is the part that people see.

The lower body is what causes the upper body to happen. When you are sitting, your leg muscles are relaxed. All day. The front muscles of your thigh and hips shorten when you are sitting.

The hamstrings on the back of your legs are longer when you sit.

Since your hamstrings are longer, your glutes(your butt) relaxes as well.

So what happens when you stand?

Since the muscles on the front of your leg shorten, they pull your pelvis forward.

Additionally, your leg bones naturally want to turn inward. What stops this from happening is your glutes. If your glutes are lengthened and weak, then your femur will turn inward.

To counter act this, you will place your feet outward to make your knees straight. This makes someone who sits an especially long time, like me, naturally walk like a duck. This feet position also causes your arch to collapse, giving you flat feet if you do this for many years.

If your leg bones are inward, but you twist your feet outward, your pelvis will also tilt forward. This is called the

Anterior Pelvic Tilt

Most people in modern society suffer from this to some degree because of all of the sitting we do.

I can test this by putting my feet parallel to eachother like they are supposed to be. If I look down at my knees, I can see they are pointed inward.

My legs feel awkward in this state; which is why I want to put my feet outward.

If I flex my glutes while standing(imagine trying to hold a penny between your butt cheeks) my pelvis will immediately straighten since the main job of the glutes is to rotate your femur, your knees will then straighten too.

Suddenly, it doesn’t feel weird to have my feet parallel.

If your pelvis is tilted forward all day, what does that mean for the rest of you?

Your lower back will have to curve backwards. You can pick out people with pelvic tilt, which is most people, because their back curves in first.

The worse your tilt, the more the curve is.

This backwards curve would cause you to permanently lean backwards and look at the sky if your spine didn’t curve again.

So, a person with pelvic tilt will pull their shoulders, arms, and head forward to maintain balance. This makes an S shape. Suddenly my posture makes sense.

A person can cheat and pull their shoulders back forcefully. Which is normally what I do when someone tells me to fix my posture . That does not actually fix the tilt and won’t fix your standing and walking.

You can only fix the shoulders and head after you fix the pelvic tilt. If you were to try to fix the shoulders and head first, you will be thrown off balance.

So what is the plan?

First, every morning I will do the lunge stretch. This stretches the quads, top muscles in your thigh; and your hip flexors, basically the little part that attaches your pelvis to the quads.

When I do this stretch, I immediately notice my pelvic tilt isn’t as bad and I naturally want to straighten my back.

Second I will stretch my chest by moving my arms back as far as I can. I learned this stretch from Abigail’s uncle, it makes your shoulders able to rotate into a normal position.

Third, I will watch the way I walk all day; trying to maintain a posterior tilt throughout the day, which is when you flex your glutes to pull your pelvis back into normal position.

I will try to keep my feet as straight as I can when I walk, which will force me to pull in my pelvis to rotate my legs properly. This feels very awkward, but it’s how everyone else walks. I am sure after a while with the stretches this will become normal.

Lastly, I will try to wear my Earthrunner sandles more often. These are minimalist shoes; which means that there is almost no sole on the bottom. My feet get sore when wearing them, because I actually have to use the muscles in my feet. From what I have read, going barefoot and wearing minimalist shoes will restore the arches in my feet. This is good, because I think this is one of the reasons I have foot pain after standing or walking for a long time.

These are the resources I used to come up with my conclusions. There seems to be a lot of competing talk about this online, so I had to throw out a lot of sources. If you find anything in your own search that contradicts what I have discovered here please let me know. Good luck! J

Mother’s Day in Taiwan

Mother’s Day has always been a big deal in my house. When I was young, we would make cards for our moms in school during the week. Sunday morning would come, and I remember making mom toast so she can have “breakfast in bed” while I gave her the card.

The second Sunday in May is also Mother’s day here in Taiwan. But unlike in the US, it doesn’t seem to be as big of a deal.

In fact Belinda, my host mom’s daughter, has never made breakfast for her mom. So I spent an hour planning out Mother’s Day. It doesn’t seem that any of my Taiwanese friends normally do much for their moms either. This made me sad because I like to spend Mother’s Day showing mom how much I appreciate everything she does. I decided this was going to be the best Mother’s Day my host mom has ever had.

We got back to the house late, so Belinda and I had to quickly head to the international market in Taipei 101. With only 15 minutes, we had to get a taxi. Dozens of taxis went by before one was available. We got inside a taxi, but the cabbie ended up turning us away. He didn’t want to have to deal with the traffic.

Belinda and I sprinted two blocks. For a moment I jokingly suggested we should steal a car so we could make it on time. “Go ahead! Would be exciting!” she replied. I doubled over laughing as we spotted a taxi to take us the rest of the way.

At the base of Taipei 101, one of the tallest buildings in the world, we ran inside. We raced down 4 flights of stairs, and sprinted across the food court to get to the international market on time. Exhilarating.

As we entered, the closing music had already started playing. In Asia, when stores are closing, they play this happy music through the store to let customers know they have to leave. Yes. You must leave. If the store closes at 9PM, it will close at exactly 9PM here.

We picked up all the ingredients to make bacon, eggs(cooked in butter of course), and I snagged a box of Bisquick pancakes. We made it.

The next morning I woke up super early to make breakfast. I prepared everything very similar to how mom always made it, but with my own flare(I have my own little cooking style now).

Came out perfect, Pancakes came out perfect. Melisa, my host mom, gave me a huge hug.

I also got Melisa an ocarina CD as a gift. I actually play the instrument myself, so it had a bit of a personal touch to it. Melisa has a huge music collection, and she listens to a CD nightly after work. It was a perfect gift for her.

Upon receiving the gift she cried a bit. It’s really cool how a seemingly small gesture, like spending an hour on a breakfast and a CD can affect someone. Melisa has been taking care of me every day since I got her to Taiwan, getting me food, making sure I have everything I need. You know, being a super mom.

The least I could do was give back a little, and it made all the difference in the world. It doesn’t matter what culture you are from, a thoughtful gift goes a long way.

What do you do for your mom on mother’s day? J

Recovering from Failure

I slept until 2PM yesterday, surfed around on the internet, I just couldn’t get productive.

This meant that I ended up missing my blog post, didn’t get the work done that I wanted to, and felt miserable because I was aware of it happening. Worse yet, I spent most of the day before catching up on Game of Thrones as well which meant I had about 36 hours of unproductivity.

Today I woke up refreshed and motivated. I have already gotten more done today, than the past two days.

I really beat myself up about my unproductivity. When you are that down, it’s hard to remember how productive two days ago was. Negative thoughts crept into my head, what if I am not cut out for this? Yesterday, I decided to catch up I had to write two blog posts. That was the wrong reaction because it meant I didn’t want to write anything at all. So today, I am going to focus on just completing one.

When you make a mistake like this, it’s best to settle yourself, recover, then get back to it.

After floundering around for about 4 hours yesterday, I decided to leave the house and visit Yvonne. She took me out to get delicious dinner, rode around on her scooter, and went for a walk through the top university in Taipei. The university was particularly interesting and the whole night really boosted my mood.

When I got back, I worked a bit with Doug on a new website, caught up with my buddy Travis back home, and finished the day with a 30 minute meeting with an important client.

So, my day wasn’t that unproductive after all.

When doing my day planning, there are three cycles that I focus on.

Expansion – Items that give me personal value and reward, like working on this blog post.

Maintenance – Any other obligations I may have for that day. Working on obligated projects etc.

World – Go out and do something meaningful.

Next time I will remember that when having an unproductive day I should make a decision to either cut my losses, or press on. After failing at the expansion and maintenance cycles, I moved directly to world. I went out and did something meaningful, which reset myself for the next day.

It might also be a good idea to just lower expectations of that day. That was the reason I was “beating” myself up over the unproductivity. I have very high expectations for myself. I expect quality work done every day.

Last week, I failed to floss my teeth one day. The next day I flossed twice to reinforce that skipping that habit is unacceptable. But I don’t think that works with everything, forcing myself to write two blog posts so early in my habit building was a bad idea.

I was also struggling with my new mantra of “Do Things for Reasons” .This was because I didn’t plan on having a bad day, and here I was just randomly surfing the internet seemingly out of control. I do have to remember that the work that I do does take a toll on my mind, and some days it might just shut off completely. Better to cut losses, rest and relax, then try again the next day.

What do you do when you are having an unproductive day like this?

Stuck in Cleveland. Why you should use AirBnB to plan your next trip

Snow was beginning to fall as I came up a big hill outside Cleveland, Ohio. Winry’s engine was screaming, my trusty 1996 Winnebego Rialta RV.

“Come on girl, you can make it, just a few miles more!” I shouted.

Thump. Engine still running I pressed the gas pedal to the floor. No power to the wheels. Transmission was gone.

Winry shuddered to a halt. Snow falling on the windshield, wipers still moving, I knew I was stuck. I got towed to AAMCO https://plus.google.com/105094349506333149661/about?gl=tw&hl=en where Murphy, the amazing owner, told me it was going to be 3 weeks to have my Rialta transmission rebuilt.

So. I was stuck in Cleveland.

It was December 3, Christmas right around the corner. That meant that plane tickets home to my mom’s house in Virginia were around $700.

I called the local Motel 6, they wanted $55 dollars a night.

The local Marriott wanted $100 dollars a night. If I went with that option, I was looking at the least $2100 for 3 weeks of lodging. No thanks.

Then I remembered AirBnB, which I had never used before.

Excited, I downloaded the app onto my phone and began searching. Then I found this:

Andrew was the most amazing host, and has since become a good friend of mine. He and his fantastic roommate welcomed me into their home, and into their lives.

The most amazing part about AirBnB is that the people you meet through the program are normally travelers, minimalists, nomads, and eccentric folk. When you stay at a hotel, you get a room to yourself, but when I stayed with Andrew I had a small family for a while. You learn from locals where all the best local places are.

You can learn about your host before you even go. For instance, Andrew has over 200 positive reviews due to his incredible hospitality. After reading through the reviews, I felt like I knew him before I was ever introduced.

Andrew wasn’t the only one though.

In Kansas, my air compressor seized causing me to get stuck there. I had to get towed from the middle of nowhere to Topeka.

This time I stayed overnight with Patricia, an incredible woman with the best stories. She was great, told me a fantastic story about her getting stranded in Boston and she had to work at a local store to pay for

a ticket home. Together we ended up going grocery shopping, and she cooked pizza for me. The room was warm, and comfortable. It was incredibly relaxing after my stressful day.

Recently, I used AirBnB with Abigail here in Taiwan. Our AirBnB apartment only cost $20 per night. We didn’t have a host, but got our own little place which was great.

I hope I have convinced you to give AirBnB a shot. If you have a guest room in your home, I highly recommend adding it to AirBnB and trying to rent out the space. When people want to use your room, they apply for the space and send a request. You can then check to see the reviews from that person’s previous hosts. This makes it convenient and safe since you don’t have to accept anyone that you do not feel comfortable with.

If you are a guest or a host, this service provides you with an opportunity to meet some fantastic people.Stuck in Cleveland. Why you should use AirBnB to plan your next trip