The next morning, my brother and I discovered that we both had food poisoning.

The situation was especially apt, given what I was about to do: launch a new advice column for The Times’s Travel section.

In Tripped Up, I will help Times readers get restitution for their thorniest travel misadventures while providing tips and takeaways that steer onlookers away from the same fate. Here’s how it will work: You’ll email me your disasters and I’ll do as much digging as possible in order to solve — and hopefully resolve — them. Although I can’t undo the sting of a failed vacation, I can certainly try to make it hurt less.

As a full-time travel writer and an alumna of Travel + Leisure, I’m accustomed to boomeranging around the world. I’ve reported on ultra-aspirational vacations that are financially out of reach for most Americans.

But also, I can tell you all about the 64th row of a China Airlines plane, and how I detest — and protest — resort fees. I wait in endless lines at airports and fret about overhead bin space. I enjoy a good Four Seasons, sure, but I’ve had just as much fun sipping neon margaritas at no-name hotels in Florida.

In my work for The Times, I interviewed one young woman who flew to Mexico City just to eat a bucket-list meal, and another who stayed at an $11-a-night hostel in Costa Rica while squeezing in a quick trip between jobs.