Be My Travel Muse

1 week ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Ashley Yap

Look, I love my kid. I love traveling with my kid. But sometimes I also want a hotel that makes me feel like I haven’t given up on spa robes, silence, or meals I didn’t cook with one hand while wrangling a small person with the other. Enter: Four Seasons Chiang Mai — where I lived my best barefoot-in-a-rice-field life while my toddler chased ducks and I cried at a sunset over lotus ponds.

1 week ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Ashley Yap

If there’s one thing I’ve learned after years of chasing remote corners of the globe, it’s that magic often hides in plain sight. And sometimes, just three hours from a buzzing city like Bangkok, you find yourself somewhere that feels like a portal to Europe—but with a uniquely Thai twist. Enter: InterContinental Khao Yai Resort, where vintage train carriages, misty lakes, and 50,000 newly planted trees create a fairytale escape in the mountains of Thailand.

1 week ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

There’s just something about the American Southwest. The colors are louder, the stars are brighter, and time seems to slow down. Utah is one of those places that has a presence. You feel it the second you step into its rust-colored canyons or stand under its Martian-looking arches. Since starting my solo travel journey in 2012, I’ve come back to Utah to solo explore and camp off the grid four times.

2 weeks ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

I didn’t expect to be writing this post, but we need to talk about what’s next. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about this update — especially those of you who have been here with me from the beginning — but I can’t hold it in anymore, and although it feels scary to share, it’s time. About six months ago. I promised you guys an update about this blog and the state of things.

2 weeks ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

When I first started solo traveling back in 2012, I was chasing extremes—motorbiking across Southeast Asia, trekking through Patagonia, free diving in the Gilis. But after over 65 countries solo, what moves me now are the quiet moments. A steaming cup of tea in the Alps. The stillness of a mountain lake at sunrise. A place where I can hear myself think. This type of travel is having a moment—called “quiet life travel.” It’s slower, softer, and deeply intentional.