How safe is it to travel to Colombia? Are there still kidnappings, druggings and muggings? Which cities are safe and which aren’t? Read on for my take on safety in Colombia…

After nine weeks in Colombia, I am sharing my favorite travel experiences in Colombia with you – including beaches, street art, hikes, salsa dancing, coffee and more!

These cenotes are reached by riding on horse drawn carts (note: not carriages, these were far from romantic) on centuries’ old train tracks through the jungle. This sounded just quirky enough to recapture that magical feeling we were looking for on our visit to Merida .

While you’re at Alamo Square, go to the bathroom. Not because the facilities are so clean (which, for public restrooms, they are). Right outside the bathroom, well hidden from the sound of buses squeezing through the hilly San Franciscan streets, there is a creative and quirky collection of plants, potted in discarded shoes found by city gardner David Clifton.

I spent over a month in California last year, rekindling my love affair with the Golden State, which has been ongoing since my first visit in 2010. 840 mi (1,350 …

Cruising down the PCH from L.A. to Laguna Beach is just like out of a movie. Read on for the Globetrottergirls top 5 stops along this stretch of the PCH.

With over a month to spend in California and plans to travel between Los Angeles and San Francisco, there was no question that we would take the Pacific Coast Highway for a true California Dreamin’ road trip.

Today I am sharing some facts about Buffalo, NY that surprised me – that it was one of the wealthiest city in the US, has countless architectural gems, and some other fun facts!

13 September marked our 500th day on the road – it has been almost 18 months now since we started traveling and we spent the last 100 days traveling in Portugal, Canada and the U.S. Read on for a summary of our reflections and find our where we are headed next!

We had just gotten to Guatemala and stayed in the city of Flores for a couple of days, which is actually a beautiful island in Lake Peten Itza. One day, as we sat on the dock just soaking up the sun, an Guatemalan ‘anciano’ (or really old man) came over and started to chat with us. He introduced himself as ‘Miguel de San Miguel’, Miguel from San Miguel, a little village on the other side of the lake.