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The first time I was introduced to a Japanese workout routine called Radio Taiso was on a trip to Japan in 2020. Radio Taiso is translated as "radio calisthenics," and it's based on a public-radio broadcast that began in 1928 in Japan.

I live in Australia, while my cousin Yonatan, who is 15 years younger than me, grew up in Israel then moved to the US after college. Despite the age and cultural differences, he was always the family member I was closest to. We got along well and he always felt like a younger brother.

While you might expect to come into contact with germs when flying in close quarters on a plane with hundreds of people, it’s fair to assume that being exposed to blood, vomit, and diarrhoea is not something most people are prepared for.

Last summer, after a month of living alone in Medellin, Colombia, I decided I wanted to try to make local friends and booked my second month there with a roommate.

I have to admit that when my wife, Steph, told me we were having a date night, I didn't initially get the concept. For the better part of eight years, we've been traveling around Australia in our campervan with no itinerary and no end date. What could be more romantic than that?

This story starts with a 20-something female journalist taking a drive out of the city to stay at a cabin in the woods – alone. 

This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Maria Bilotte. It has been edited for length and clarity.

Passengers board cruise ships expecting rest and relaxation — not deadly heart attacks.

The serene waters of Lahaina had always been a sanctuary, especially from my sailboat gently bobbing on its waves. But on August 8, that peace was violently shattered. The scent of burning wood permeated the air, and the amber horizon painted a tale of looming catastrophe.

I've been globe-trotting full time since 2015 as a travel journalist and often find myself using various modes of transportation, including planes, trains, and automobiles. During my first few years on the road, this was never an issue. It wasn't until 2018 that I started to experience claustrophobia — a terrible anxiety for a travel journalist.

Every couple of years when I was growing up, my family would embark on a European vacation. My dad is Italian, and my mom is Spanish, so we'd fly to their respective countries to see family and do some sightseeing.

Vianel Filpo, general manager at Turks and Caicos Collection, a group of luxury resorts, will never forget the day he found an employee suffering from depression so badly that she was considering taking her own life. 

Hotels are increasingly looking at wellness investments as travelers’ expectations have evolved.

When I met Steph in 2016, we were at similar points in our lives; we had both given up decadelong careers in IT and had left everything behind to explore Australia. I just happened to be doing so in a van with my cat, Willow.

Long candlelit dinners over inky glasses of cabernet, horseback riding in the backcountry, and late-morning laughs over lattes at cute sidewalk cafés. It was the perfect romantic weekend getaway. The only problem? I wasn't with a boyfriend. I was with my ex, Jim.

I have always found packing for trips stressful.

This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Daniel Glazer . The following has been edited for length and clarity.

I often catch myself contemplating the chain of decisions that have led me to this place in my life. The inescapable reality is that none of it would have been possible if it wasn't for my black cat, Willow. 

"You're not gay; you just hate men."