Six years ago, I was a lobbyist. It was a stressful job, and let's face it, politics is like watching sausages being made—you really don't want to know what's inside. So, I came up with an exit plan. I wanted to create a better lifestyle for myself. I wanted more adventure. I wanted to travel more. I wanted to be in control of my own destiny.
I'm not a morning person. But waking up in the plush surroundings of an ocean-view room in a luxury resort on the island paradise of Bali is a breeze. I happily left my cozy bed to take in the view from my private terrace as the soft orange and purple hues of dawn breaking lit up the ocean beyond.
My Life changed completely when I became a travel blogger. Last year, I spent about 70% of my time traveling. That might sound like a bit much to some people but I love adventure...
I arrived in Seoul Incheon International airport in South Korea's capital late last night. It was too late to enjoy anything other than the dazzling night skyline of the city, but this morning I'm getting a running start on making the most of my week-long stay here.
Have you ever dreamed about staying in one of those exotic over-water bungalows? In the South Pacific island of Bora Bora, my expansive, luxurious hut was on stilts over a crystal aqua lagoon looking across to the volcano on the mainland. Want to snorkel? Just put on your mask and step down into water outside your door. If you'd like a bit more adrenaline in your adventure, head out to the reef to feed the sharks. Then follow it up with some up close and personal time with large stingrays.
The crystal-clear emerald surf rolls gently onto the white sandy beach. Combined with the pungent salty air and gentle sea breeze, it's nearly lulling me to sleep on my towel under one of the empty palapas on the oceanfront. Except for a local dog frolicking along the water, I'm the only one on this stretch of beach, as far as I can see. That's not because I'm here in "low" season. The town of Progreso, Mexico, is on the Gulf of Mexico, and it hardly matters when you go to the beach. With a yearly average high temperature of 83 F and average low of 73 F, there are no bad beach days in this paradise.
Since writing was something that I’d always loved, it seemed reasonable that it could become my ticket to traveling the world. I spent a couple of months researching the best way to get started on this new career, and then submitted my first story about Costa Rica to International Living. You can’t even imagine how excited I was when they agreed to publish it!
I stayed at the best resort on the island where I lounged on their spectacular man-made, white sand beach with infinity pool, and shopped at Le Marché Municipale—the public market which covers a city block labyrinth of bargains.
When you get to a certain age, the idea of blowing out candles jammed into a cake laden with thick, sickeningly-sweet wallpaper paste-like frosting is no longer appealing.
Margit Gantt wanted to find a more fulfilling lifestyle than the one she had in California. She was looking for great weather every day.