I drove my roommate to New York for a flight that left just hours before the first snowstorm of the season. Before he walked into the terminal, I noticed a box sitting on the passenger seat. It was a Pandoro cake – an Italian cake traditionally shared with family on Christmas Day – and it…
Laos: The Art of Backpacking Your Own Ever-Changing Territory.
Yesterday, I had a conversation with a friend about being able to recognize how much you’ve grown as a person through revisiting old essays/projects. We both agreed that it’s just so tempting to go back and start arguing with our past selves. As I thought about that conversation over my morning coffee, I felt inspired…
An open letter to the person who approached me in HSQ.
TW: Sexual Assault Dear the person who approached me in HSQ earlier this week, Before I go into the details of our encounter, and the short string of words that oozed out of your mouth, I’d like to paint a picture of how my day was going right up until that point. I was walking…
May 23, 2016: Cát Tiên, Vietnam- “I’ll send you a postcard.”
A quick memory from the first day of my motorcycle adventure through Vietnam.
China: Yangshuo, Guangxi Province
Within an hour of arriving in Kunming I was sitting in the communal area of my hostel. Right when I pulled out my laptop to start planning the day “Ophelia” by The Lumineers came on the radio.
Crossing Borders: The 30 hour journey from China to Laos.
I’ve always been a sucker for long walks across the border, getting caught in the rain, and faulty car mechanics. This is my story about the Mohan-Boten border crossing.
Foshan, China: Constantly foreign and full of dimsum.
On the first night in my new apartment, I sat on my porch with my new roommate. I ran my hands through my frizzy, distressed travel hair and I said “How the heck did I end up in China.”
Greece: Thessaloniki, Meteora and Athens.
Catching Z’s in a hostel can definitely be a struggle especially when there’s a man playing the flute outside of your window.
Skopje, Macedonia: The City of Statues.
Imagine this: You’re walking through the main square of Skopje for the first time. You hear the footsteps of a dog to your left and as you look around you stumble upon your first statue.
Let’s Write About: Portugal.
Thinking about traveling? Is the anxiety of being alone stopping you? How do you feel about dinner with friends?
