For students. By students.

For over half a century, Let’s Go has created the world’s favorite student travel guides.

With pen and notebook in hand and a few changes of underwear stuffed in our backpacks, we spend months roaming the globe in search of travel bargains for savvy travelers just like you. Save yourself the work of researching the best attractions, restaurants, nightlife, and hostels—we’ve already done it for you.


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207, 2015
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Overheard: Americans

By |July 2nd, 2015|0 Comments

When I first arrived in Italy as a stupid American, I gave myself a few basic rules to follow: Be open. Have humility. Judge not lest ye be judged.

I gave up on that last one about as fast as Nick Carraway did in The Great […]

107, 2015
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101 Dalmatian Liqueurs

By |July 1st, 2015|0 Comments

Well, there aren’t really that many, but it certainly seems like it. I’m writing from Zadar, the fifth largest city in Croatia, and the first one I’ve visited in Dalmatia. Zadar is home to many things—a Roman forum, one of the world’s largest musical instruments, […]

107, 2015
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Italy Roundup: Best Food Edition

By |July 1st, 2015|0 Comments

Not exhaustive by any means, but as a professional tourist, I kinda know some shit about them. So in homage to my travels and my work (and because I finally remembered that I actually have a blog), the next three posts will be dedicated to […]

3006, 2015
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Suiting Up

By |June 30th, 2015|0 Comments

Sometimes I go to more dangerous places for my job. In Rio, I was told that the Santa Teresa neighborhood is super cool to go to at night, but “It’s very dangerous. Crimes happen a lot to gringos when they wander off too far.” Favelas, […]

2906, 2015
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A Doublepart Blog, Out Of Respect For The Transition This Trip, And Accompanying Blog, Must Surely Now Take: 14 & 15: Leaving & Arriving

By |June 29th, 2015|0 Comments

Yesterday, I dropped off British Friend’s guitar with his dad down in Richmond, who brewed English tea in his backyard garden and bade me a very sweet goodbye before I hopped on a train and then another train, and then one more at King’s Cross/St. […]