Paros, Greece – Is it worth the hype? I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Follow my travel adventures on Instagram: @SallyGolanTravel  __________________________________ Solo Travel to Paros, Greece:...

My 40th Birthday in Dubrovnik, Croatia With Permansio Deluxe Getaways:   You know what’s worse than turning 40?  Not celebrating it.  I have always been a big believer in celebrating all of life’s milestones.  I mean, I get it. We’re not kids anymore and I don’t need a clown. But 40? That’s a big...

  I miss opening my window in the morning and breathing in marine scented ocean air. That seaweed smell, that salty breeze, so pungent, so intense, so damn delicious. I miss running screaming into the freezing cold Atlantic only to find it nearly impossible to go all the way in. But one day, I will...

Bali Belly: Don’t Ignore it! This is a story about how I went to Bali just to see what their toilet paper is like. I learned that sometimes… there isn’t any.  I was warned about “Bali Belly” by one of my sweet Italian friends. She made it sound like a rite of passage. I, being the world traveler...

There is Magic in Istanbul:  May 13th, 2024  By: Sally Golan  BORED ON AN ISLAND  Summer 2021  It was July 2021 and I was crispy brown and bored. Sitting at the beach club in Crete, Greece, for what felt like the billionth time, I felt no sparkle, no jazz, no magic. Just sweaty and a bit agitated (or...

Why I Quit The Sport of Bodybuilding and Became Stronger for it: Chapter 1: Hooked.    I literally never thought I would (quit bodybuilding). I  thought I found a sport that I was going to do for life. Little did I know that I was causing myself such immense damage both physically and mentally and...

  “You should skip Bangkok, it sucks” – an American friend casually spits as I consult with them on how to smartly spend my first ever visit to Asia, starting with Thailand. “It’s dirty, smoggy, busy and boring”. Oh, how wrong they were.  Bangkok blew my mind and not just because my expectations...

A POEM FOR OUR HURTING SOULS  Written by: Sally Golan And here I was thinking that traveling the world would make me “tougher”.  It hasn’t. Not one bit.  I am more sensitive than ever, more aware than ever, more connected than ever to the pure love, the pure nature of humanity and the pure evils of our...

The Things I’ve Learned while traveling the world.  If only you could hear the poetry in my mind as I roam the globe solo. This lifestyle has made me a warrior. There are some things that I never knew I needed to learn while embarking on this journey. I have changed so much, evolved so much, I...

  “Sleeping Beauty”  This is a true story.  Berlin, Germany, May 2014  “They sentenced me to 20 years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin” – Leonard Cohen I was a party animal....

Has Instagram ruined the authenticity of travel? I think yes.    The boat was nearing a little cove. White cliffs amidst a crisp blue sky. The dramatic colors of the sea. “Quick, take a shot of my perky ass while I look out into the distance” – Instaho.  This is not an “open letter” to all...

These are strange times. It’s hard for me to think about how I want to launch a travel blog

“I wanna meet new people, I wanna meet new people, I wanna meet new people” I repeat to myself one sticky afternoon in Playa Del Carmen as I swipe through Tinder profiles judging myself hard. “This isn’t about the love of your life Golan…

Let me be clear about something. I HATE BEING BORED! I’ve always thought of myself as a warrior of boredom. I think the main culprit of bad decision-making and depression is boredom. We don’t realize it, but when our brains are not stimulated,

You’ve heard the term before. Digital Nomad. You probably have your own preconceived notions of what that even means. Smelly, homeless backpacker who “makes money online selling life coaching sessions” and travels from hostel to hostel. That…is not me. So who am I...?