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I saw a lot of Brick Lane Street Art when I when I was traveling in London, England. A lot of street art. I mean, when in Shoreditch and walking around the Brick Lane area it's pretty hard to miss all of the walls full of colorful artwork. Some, I was introduced to on the Eating London food tour I took in the area. Others I saw by just, well, wandering. Some of the Brick Lane London street art is from pretty famous artists: 8-bit characters from Invader, a pink car from Banksy, D*Face's car crushed by a winged bomb, and Ben...

I started my trip to England with a stop in Harrogate to visit my friend Tom. After a few days exploring the north I went to London where I spent a week with my friend Dylan and all the other travel bloggers at World Travel Market. After that week I left to explore more of England and Scotland but I returned again at the end of my trip to see more of the city and find more things to see and do in London. Here are some of the highlights of my time there. I went to London and I...

"Mexican Monkey" We had had every intent on making it to the National Leprechaun Museum that afternoon in Dublin. But, after meeting friends at a pub, after a few pints, after more and more people showed up, closing time came and went. Hours later, after the traditional music played on a small stage at the back of the bar, after the Irish dance performance, the pub switched to recorded contemporary tunes. One of which, was Daft Punk's Get Lucky. I first heard this song somewhere in some bar in Central America. I didn't know what it was called, who sang it, what...

There are some shitty people in this world. Like the girl who checked into my hostel in Cork, in Ireland, who took my laptop and my credit card, who charged a train ticket and a hostel, who fled. But let's not focus on that person, OK? Because there are also some amazing people in this world. More amazing people than bad ones, I think. Like the manager of my hostel in Cork who let me use his phone to call and cancel my credit card. Who called the Garda (police) and helped talk to them with me. Like the receptionist who poured me a...

I already never wanted to leave. I'd only been in Galway for a couple of hours and had only made it down the main stretch of restaurants and shops. But I felt like I could stay there forever, trying out different pubs, listening to the live music that changed every few feet, drinking Guinness and Bulmers at a wooden bar, talking to some of the friendliest people in the world. There was something about the place. The way the light fell, creating dramatic shadows that stretched the full length of the blocks. The way rain water pooled in the crevices of the...

With nine days in Dublin, I managed to do very few touristy things. I could just say I was busy with the conference, but, really, most of my free time was spent being a hungover mess. Mind you, I was having fun, visiting pubs, talking to bloggers and Irishmen over pints. And, really, that's what travel is all about sometimes. Yeah. Let's go with that. On my last day, before heading to Galway, I managed to sneak in a stop to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College. Which was a book. A lovely old book, mind you, but for the €9...

It was a sign. I wasn't supposed to go to Ireland. I wasn't supposed to go to TBEX - the travel blogging conference I had been holding a ticket for for months. I was supposed to turn around and stay home and stay far away from traveling to a part of the world I couldn't afford to travel to in the first place. I had reluctantly boarded the plane to Dublin, Ireland that afternoon and, when it took off, right on schedule, I thought, "this is it, I'm actually still doing this." I was actually still doing this. Half an...

After six months traveling in Latin America, I boarded a flight (well, three flights) back home to Chicago. It was a bittersweet journey. Sure, I was ready to eat familiar foods, see my friends and family, be back in a city I love. But I was enjoying Colombia. A lot. A month earlier I was very ready to return home. It was no secret that I just never got into Central America the way I got into Asia and I was just ready to be done with it. But then I arrived in Colombia, and all that turned around. And now...