It was a dark and stormy night. As I dragged my 50 lb suitcase through the bustling streets of South Dublin, all I wanted was to be half-drunk and hangrily cry my way to a giant plate of greasy fish and chips without being judged by all of the strangers that were carelessly pushing past … Continue reading Hostel Horrors 2: Ohio, Cheap Vodka, and Credit Cards– Oh my!
I've always professed that your twenties are the time where you are meant to travel on the cheap: backpack around, eat street food, hitch-hike, stay in hostels--be a gypsy. Conveniently, I had literally never done ANY of these things before now, so leave it to me to spout these grand ideas of wild "roughin' it" … Continue reading Hostel Horrors: Episode 1
It started in high school. The fusion between my first and last name into the mellifluous and quirky nickname which has consequently stuck with me since: Mojo. (Short for Molly Joyce) When a boy from my high school "cleverly" crafted the name one day in oceanography class, I immediately thought of Austin Powers and his "mojo" … Continue reading Where I got my Mojo.