Welcome to the Maldives. February is a mischievous travel month. It sits stubbornly between the holiday high-season and the spring thaw in many places, which means two very good things for the adventurous: fewer crowds at many classic spots, and a delightful calendar of seasonal spectacles you only get this month. Whether you want to
Osaka, Japan. Ah, March. That capricious month where winter clings like a bad ex, but spring whispers sweet nothings of renewal. As someone who’s spent more Marches than I care to count dodging rain showers in one hemisphere while basking in blooms in another, I can confidently say it’s the unsung hero of travel seasons.
Eiffel Tower, Paris. June, that cheeky harbinger of summer, arrives like a well-timed punchline after spring’s tentative setup. It’s the month when the Northern Hemisphere stretches lazily into longer days, and the Southern starts bundling up with a wink, promising adventures without the full-throttle frenzy of July’s holiday hordes. As a self-proclaimed wanderlust addict who’s