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The (Dis)Loyalty Program
The market is saturated with loyalty programs. We get rewarded for steps, transacting and viewing content... we collect points, digital currency, coupons, even digital badges that are nothing more than bragging rights. Sometimes it’s just the seemingly day to day things that would occur with or without this symbiotic relationship we share with a particular provider.
By From the desk of Rebecca7 years ago in Wander
How to Get Cheaper Flights
Traveling can be expensive, and the biggest cost of traveling tends to lie within the price of an airline ticket. Domestic flights on average are a few hundred dollars, and flights out of the country can be priced at $1,000 or more depending on the destination. If you have traveled before, and like to save money, then you know how tiring it can be searching for hours on end to find the cheapest flights. There are countless search engines, all with empty promises and fluctuating prices. Let’s face it, the process of finding cheap flights can be exhausting and overwhelming. Here are some fantastic tips to help you book the next flight that can save you frustration, time, and above all else, money.
By Dani Hendrix7 years ago in Wander
Tips to Make Travelling with Friends Worth Remembering
You may come across to different comments from people regarding their traveling experience with their friends. Some of them summarize their trip as to be a mere “survival.” Have you ever thought the reason for such comments? Do you think it’s really difficult to travel with your buddies? No! It is not at all like that. People think that to arrange a vacation trip with their drinking buddies or with a girlfriend just met two weeks ago is going to be really fun. But it actually ends up fighting with them on multiple issues.
By Reena Ewan7 years ago in Wander
Found in the Airport
Dean Martin’s rendition of “Volare” played on a loop in my head as we flew through the air. This was my first overseas flight, and as fearless as I was every anxiety I had multiplied in my gut. The once spirited tune morphed into a robotic, out-of-tune, gnarled, snare. I blinked in and out of sleep as my dreams became the contents of the “Vocabularo” book that was my husband’s as a child. He’d told me that it wasn’t really necessary to speak Italian fluently. On his last visit to Sardinia he’d spoken mainly French and some English (both of which I could speak/understand passably). My sweet father-in-law Antonio had tried to teach me a bit of Italian, but I was far too distracted by all the pre-trip tasks. I couldn’t retain much of the language while keeping an amply supplied packing list in my mind. Oh my mind—like a sieve—straining pasta.
By Ellie Ennas7 years ago in Wander
