Bridget Gleeson Travel Writer

Bridget Gleeson
Notes on travel
I make maps: you should, too.
I make maps: you should, too.

Maps you make for work, maps you make for fun, maps that inspire you, maps that force you to be practical, maps that cause you to fight with your boyfriend.

Ringing in the new year, alone on an airplane
Ringing in the new year, alone on an airplane

The start of a new year always makes you think.  Traveling alone also makes you think. So what happens when you travel alone to a foreign place over New Year’s?

A lonely planet in orbit
A lonely planet in orbit

Or bidding farewell to an icon as we’ve known it. ______________________________

Living nowhere / living everywhere
Living nowhere / living everywhere

Moving around is easy. Staying still is hard.

An ode to my traveling companion
An ode to my traveling companion

We’d never been on such a long trip together, you and me, so I didn’t know how it would go. Six weeks of traveling through Brazil – no, seven.

Vintage Wonderland: South Beach
Vintage Wonderland: South Beach

After one bicycle ride down Ocean Drive, I was ready to chop off my hair, start smoking cloves, and ditch my Macbook for a vintage typewriter.

One for the Road
One for the Road

On traveling alone: accepting solitude, tolerating jerks and being your own best friend.

Los Angeles, Ablaze
Los Angeles, Ablaze

‘Remnants of a lost Los Angeles, city of the mind, remembered and yearned for, the neon lights of LA – celestial fires of another sort, green, gold, ruby red, electric blue…

Thirty days in Sin City
Thirty days in Sin City

I spent a whole month in Vegas, and I’m still recovering.

Red Rock: Where Vegas showgirls hit the trails
Red Rock: Where Vegas showgirls hit the trails

First, I have to say: I should have just camped out at Red Rock Canyon last weekend.

Stranded in Brazil
Stranded in Brazil

When mechanical error strikes: how to calm down an angry mob of frequent fliers.

At home in Santiago
At home in Santiago

When you stay in a foreign home, you learn what the locals wear to bed and how they take their coffee (in this case? Instant Nescafé with steaming hot milk and liquid sweetener.)

Prague: my old flame
Prague: my old flame

Or the ways in which revisiting a city where you once lived is like seeing a person you were once in love with.

A wandering homebody
A wandering homebody

I like to stay in. I like to cook. I don’t like to be separated from my family. How on earth did I end up as a travel writer?

Buenos Aires: the underground
Buenos Aires: the underground

“I like to be with other people who don’t need to fit the mold or belong to some kind of tribe. Then we can feel free to celebrate art and music however we want.”

California love
California love

On most Lonely Planet trips, I’m a stranger in a strange land. But here in California, I have a gym membership, happy hour dates, and friends with boats.

Right turn on a red light
Right turn on a red light

I was a tough sell. But the deed is done – I really, really like southern California.

Sleeping pods & champagne: airport VIP lounges
Sleeping pods & champagne: airport VIP lounges

Can you learn anything about a destination from inside the airport?

Carrying on
Carrying on

I don’t care to be the girl with the overstuffed suitcase. It’s a matter of pride.

Last-minute hits: the Windy City
My mom and I were looking for the toy camera exhibit.

It’s a bittersweet fact of travel – we discover some of our favorite things about a place in the moments before we leave it.

The Godfather trifecta
The Godfather trifecta

What do Robert Duvall, Francis Ford Coppola and Al Pacino have in common? A lot more than stony facial expressions and severed horse heads.

Return of the native son (plus one)
Return of the native son (plus one)

My boyfriend and I are planning a last-minute vacation to Spain and Portugal. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say I’m planning a vacation while he tries to get a word in edgewise.