Some Favorites from the Year

If you are coming to this blog for the first time, I thought I would share some of my favorite posts from the year, either that I think are my best or that have been clicked on the most. I hope you enjoy and keep checking back for new posts once my hiatus has come…

My Apologies

Hello Readers, if you’re out there. I wanted to apologize for my long breaks between new articles. I recently submitted a reworked version of Recreation Hypothermia to the World Nomads Travel Scholarship competition and I did not win. I have been reading through the winning entries and am thoroughly impressed and see where I have…

Snow.Snow.Snow!

The tires of the car whirred, spinning in place, and spewing snow out the back. The Honda was stuck halfway in and out of the driveway blocking the 4-Wheel Drive vehicle in front. “Take the sled, shove it under the wheel to give it some traction,” I suggest. The neon green sled, the thinnest ten…

Sanctuary City: Part Two

As promised, this second post is about being home and taking refuge in the place that we rest and come back to. I live in San Francisco, CA. I have lived in this city for over 12 years and I am also a Bay Area native. I am happy to have grown up in a…

Sanctuary City: Part One

I called this post Sanctuary City for two reasons. One, San Francisco has been a sanctuary city since 1989. We have felt the need for that status more than ever in the political turmoil and unrest that is settling itself around the country right now. The title is a nod to that, for sure, but I also wanted…

Dante’s Eyes

Another blast from the past. Italy 2004 continued…[Warning: some R content] June 5, 2004  Frescoes are a poor man’s Bible in a time when a Bible cost as much as a house. Dante’s eyes in his statue look alive but trapped in stone, possessed or dying. Dante was excommunicated and tried writing very well to…

Notes from Delphi

Today my 23 year old self would like to say hello to you. I am directly dictating a few of my journal entries from 2004. This step back in time highlights when I traveled into Greece from Italy for the first (and so far, only) time. July 8 2004 – en route to Delphi The…

The All Seeing Eye

“I’m Jimmy the Gypsy. I’m from Ireland,” a man with faded tattoos down his arms and a toothless grin tells me as I sit in the grass of Jubilee Gardens watching the London Eye during the 2015 Festival of Love in Southbank. “I’m a psychic,” he goes on. He and his friend had just finished smoking…

Lost Luggage in London

Summer 2015, IcelandAir lost my luggage on my way to London. The city was in the middle of a record setting heatwave and the only clothes on my back were the ones I was wearing in frigid Iceland the day before, a coat, sweater, pants and heeled boots. My dresses and sandals for a Cambridge…

Cows, Tigers and Boars! Oh My!

Getting to the Ranthambore National Park felt like entering a ticket line at an amusement park. There was one road that lead through the city and lining the streets were trucks painted in a plethora of colors, bright and festive like carnival stands. Boars wandered through the gutters and cows were parked in front of…

Dances with Spirits

“First you dig,” Noa motioned driving a shovel into the dirt. “Then you wipe your sweat.” His little hand reached up to mock wiping sweat from his brow. My dance instructor was a five year old. He knew every step to the dance that symbolized working the harvest (or mining coal-I’m not sure which) but…

Sleep with the Fishes

It was about the size of a golf ball, translucent, purple rings concentrated in the center, like small little tussock bellflowers. The water was a bit murky, clouded with sand, but there was no denying that the thing bobbing at the surface was not trash, it was a jellyfish. We were staying in a resort…