A Case for Clean Sheets and Cautionary Consumption
In college, a fellow Badger named Julia Arenstam created an online repository, nay, a blog, similar to what I am attempting here; a sharing space let's call it, or better yet, I'll share it with you and you can go experience it yourself: The Dirty Suitcase , a muse of the mishaps of the college-aged generation of travelers. A compilation of comedic calamities, from the "aha-moment" narratives to nauseating misfortunes, I reveled in reading these "dirty" stories. In fact, I really owe it to Julia for inspiring my writing. She managed to make a blog so relative and comfortable for the traveler, the student, the womanly wanderer. In a world of increasingly edgy, hip, overly-indulgent travel influencers, pages, people and sites, The Dirty Suitcase served as a Land of Misfit Toys: charming, sympathetic and real . This leads me to what I share now. My own Dirty Suitcase Scenario. I've got a few, and plan on sharing them, but this one is a fun one featuring ...