A New Journey

How traveling solo in Malta turned into the perfect mix of peace, culture, and fun!

I’ll be honest—I had barely heard of Malta before I booked this trip. It ended up being my “in-between” stop after Marrakech and before linking with my bestie in Paris. I literally typed “London” into Google Flights with no destination and hit search. When Malta popped up as one of the cheapest options, I was intrigued and clicked wondering, what’s the vibe there?

The only other contender was Amsterdam—went there as a kid and wouldn’t have minded a rerun—but Malta was giving beach, calm, solo traveler won’t get lost energy. Sold.

Marrakech was never part of the plan.

But some of the best chapters in life are unplanned, right? What started as a spontaneous addition to the itinerary turned into one of the most eye-opening, beautiful experiences of my life — and I got to share it all with my mom.

London: Day 1 – Jet lag, Tea, & Beyoncé

I flew from Miami to London Gatwick—a smooth 9-hour flight, surprisingly, coming from someone with plane anxiety (I know... a traveler with plane anxiety, lol). Thankfully, I had all the leg space in the world thanks to my exit row seat, which made the flight so much better. The meal on board was... well, basically a glorified cup noodle, but honestly, with all that extra legroom, I barely minded.

Mexico City Gave Everything (Except Clean Ice)

This past March (2025), I took a spring break trip to Mexico City with my best friend and a friend from work—both of whom, fun fact, also happen to be teachers at my school. Honestly, there wasn’t a super deep reason why we picked CDMX. We had just heard great things, flights were affordable, and my travel buddies are both bilingual in Spanish (shoutout to them because that made me feel a lot more secure). So we booked it.

The ever-growing list of places worth the outfit, the drive… and yeah, maybe circling for parking. No gatekeeping (because gatekeeping is for losers), all welcome. 

So, I moved to Houston last June… and it still feels like I’m dating the city—learning new things, finding hidden gems, and constantly pretending I know where I’m going.

OOP! Not Me Starting a Travel Blog

If I had a dollar for every time someone asked, “How do you afford to travel so much?” or “How do you find the time?”—well, I’d be writing this from a private island (Just send a donation next time). This blog was born from those conversations.