I crossed it when I ordered a cup of kopi luwak, better known (unfortunately) as cat-poo-cino, I liked to call it CRAP-achino.

I conquered one of my weirdest, most specific fears, scuba diving. I now have an official card that says I’m legally allowed to hang out with sea creatures below 30 feet.

Welcome to SeaTrek in Aruba, where the helmet is heavy, the fish are glorious, and the selfies are iconic.

Trying frog legs and gator was just the beginning. Between boating in the swap, to feeding wild raccoons, and exploring haunted hotels New Orleans created the stories I got to bring home and remember forever.

Trying Portugal's flesh-eating foot fish pedicure.

Parasailing in Cabo San Lucas was the kind of bucket list thrill I’d been dreaming of — soaring above crystal-clear waters with nothing but ocean breeze and a parachute keeping me afloat. While my mom’s panic over a swarm of hammerhead sharks cut our first flight short, I went up again solo, floating high above the sea in pure, unforgettable freedom.