When I started blogging, it was a just passion project. I loved to travel. I loved writing. Starting a travel blog was a no-brainer. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I dreamt about the potential perks and benefits of having a travel blog, but I tried not to get my hopes up.
I couldn't possibly be a regular tourist again after living the travel blogger life. I'm spoiled rotten. I've gotten used to all the complimentary hotel stays...free meals...and gratis attraction admissions...and behind-the-curtain access.
Blogging is one of my favorite portable incomes. Done right, a blogger with just a few hours a week can make a tidy side income from their blog. But it's also a business that can be scaled up to earn you as much as $100,000 per year or more.
This past year was my most profitable ever as a globetrotting writer...and it's been a lot of fun too. I spent long summer days in Portugal, Spain, and Italy, played digital nomad—traveling and working as I went—for five weeks in Argentina, and explored the jungles of Bolivia.
Slinging an old camera around your neck can turn any trip, vacation, or walk down the block into an adventure. Even places you've seen a million times before can become new and exciting when you look at them through a lens...even more so when you know that you can turn these photos into an income when you get home.
A twist of fate brought Cason Gaither from South Carolina to the golden-sand, surfer's paradise of Tamarindo, Costa Rica. "I heard about a job opportunity managing a restaurant in town through a friend on Facebook," says Cason.
From the first time Steve Reyer visited the trendy Costa Rican beach town Nosara—way back in 1992—he was smitten. A lifelong surfer, he instantly fell in love with Nosara's breath-taking Pacific coast, spectacular surf, and laidback atmosphere.
It was close to sunset. My tripod was set up, my settings were dialed in on my camera, and I was relaxing on a bench in a park along the river, eating delicious Basque pastries while watching busy people go by. I was waiting for the light to change.
Floating peacefully in the warm Caribbean waters, we'd just about given up on our quest to spot a manatee (sea cow). My friend—a freelance photographer like myself—had been raving about the possibility all day...but now it was almost time to head back to dry land.
When I called my boss and quit my dead-end job in the States, I was in The City of Lights, Paris. It was the best decision I ever made, in the best place I could have made it. At the time, I was on an eight-day trip with my best friend. We explored the entire city, walking everywhere we went.