A summer vacation doesn’t need to cost you a month’s salary, but you’d be forgiven for thinking that it should. Between May and August, Instagram becomes a minefield of people you don’t know sitting poolside at The Ace Hotel in Palm Springs or whatever. Suddenly, your Brooklyn staycation seems lacking.
I know that nothing is what it appears on social media. It is possible to know this at your core and, at the same time, wish you were also lounging on an expensive pool float shaped like a hot dog.
In moments like these, I ground myself with the knowledge that the best summer vacation I ever took cost very little and was focused on the singular goal of eating a slice of pie in every state in New England. Read more…
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