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How Backpacking Changed the Way I Looked

When I quit my job in New York to go backpacking in South America, I agonized over what to pack. I couldn’t, for instance, not bring my Ferragamo flats, even if it meant ruining their soles on dirt paths and crumbling cobblestones. I certainly couldn’t leave behind my beloved red lipstick—I wanted it for nights out… » 6/17/15 5:00pm 6/17/15 5:00pm

An 18-Year-Old Virgin Boards a Night Train to Hamburg

We snuck into an empty sleeper compartment after downing a few beers in the dining car of a night train. His name was Mike, or maybe it was Matt, and we met a couple of hours earlier on the platform of the Duisburg train station. He had dark brown hair and clear blue eyes, and smelled like sweat and weed — the… » 4/21/15 11:50am 4/21/15 11:50am