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Since I started traveling full time, my brain just operates in country-chunked memories rather than chronological time. You’ll often hear me saying something along the lines of, “The last time I got a vaccine was Thailand,” instead of “The last time I got a vaccine was in January.” Or, “I haven’t talked to that friend since Colombia, so maybe I should reach out,” instead of “I haven’t talked to that friend in six months, so maybe I should reach out.” I’m the kind of person who remembers my life in terms of countries perhaps more than dates. The app boasts a number of impressive features that help me to organize, edit and access my safely stored photos. It’s more than just an organizational tool, however. It works for Mac, Windows, iOS and Android, and it manages all of your photos and files from all of your devices and online services like Facebook and Flickr.

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Mylio is the free photo organizer every traveler needs. What I need to better organize my travel memories is an app that can do it all for me. An aerial view of Cappadocia, Turkey’s fairy chimneys from a hot air balloon.A selfie showing off my totally phallic-shaped henna tattoo in Udaipur, India.A favorite snap summiting Volcán Acatenango in Guatemala.An admittedly deceptive shot of me surfing in Costa Rica.An incredibly awkward photo of me nervously feeding a llama in the middle of the world along Ecuador’s equator.An exciting sighting of a blue-footed booby in the Galápagos.An action shot of me sand-boarding down the dunes at sunset in Huacachina, Peru.A portrait of me sitting on a sailboat on Lake Titicaca in Bolivia.

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A screenshot of my license that was in my stolen wallet in Barcelona.

A blurry photo of me dancing with a mosh of strangers at Nos Alive music festival in Lisbon, Portugal.

The last 10 items in that album make just about zero sense: And it’s the album I open up when my friends back home refuse to believe that I really did eat a scorpion that one time in Cambodia and went scuba diving with menacing, toothy eels in Honduras.īut even my Favorites album is a disorderly muddle of photos from years of traveling all over the world. It’s the album I whip out when I meet a new friend in a hostel discussing our shared experience running from rogue monkeys in Ubud, Bali. I typically save these photos in my Favorites album so I can find them without doing too much digging through years of travel. For one, it’s a deep abyss full of too much garbage-accidental screenshots of my alarm clock when I mean to hit snooze, one too many selfies of sunburns and a heap of unsolicited Air Drop bombs from bored strangers on long-haul bus rides.īut deep in the rolling tides of my photo albums are also some hidden gems-the precious pearls and brilliant corals and iridescent seashells that are my cherished memories.