About
Bohemian Trails is an online travel magazine run by travel blogger, Megan Eileen McDonough. Megan has a love for off the beaten path destinations, as she tends to find beauty in untraditional people, places and things. Bohemian Trails aims to feature must-see places around the world, paying special attention to the underground art, music and fashion scenes that make each country unique. As a 20 something traveler, Megan understands the importance of sticking to a budget and offers travel tips for her fellow bohemians. She hopes to instill confidence in travelers young and old and encourage them to let their wandering hearts lead them to where they are meant to go.
Megan Eileen: Founder, Editorial Lead
Megan was born in Washington, D.C. and moved to New York City after graduating from the University of Mary Washington. Before launching Bohemian Trails, Megan worked in the music industry for an international record label. Megan continues to be a contributing writer for fashion editorial online journals typeF, Scallywag & Vagabond and Socially Superlative, covering New York Fashion Week each season. She also has several published articles on Border Hopping from her time spent in South America and is an international correspondent for Jetsetter.
Megan first traveled abroad when studying and working in London, England. While there, she interned for a global fashion agency and thus her love of travel and the arts came full circle. Megan has visited Europe twice, totaling fifteen countries in the continent. Last year Megan traveled to South America, where she spent time in Peru, Bolivia, and Argentina. Her most recent trek was an extensive tour of Egypt.
Follow Megan on Twitter: @BohemianTrails and check out her Travel Column, “The Boho Life“ on Life2PointOh.
For press inquiries email press@bohemiantrails.com.
Note from Megan:
I’ve often been called a bohemian, a dreamer, a wanderer. Once, on a trip to Venice, I was even compared to a figurine inside a snow globe. There I was, in the most magical place I had ever seen and despite being completely lost, I couldn’t help stopping every few steps and staring, my gaze transfixed on what lay ahead. I’m not sure if the comment was meant as a compliment or an insult but nevertheless it is true. At my core, perhaps I am still an innocent girl frozen in the bubble of beauty that serves as my shield, but for me that bubble is not made of fragile glass and the globe does not fit in my hands. For me, that snow globe where I willingly reside, is the world.







