Aspirational ExerciseI spend the wee morning hours jet-lagged, contemplating an early morning run before sunrise (Maybeee? Uhh, naaaah) or reading in Michelle...
UnfoldingEverything about the trip, from its conception to its end, was all adventure until its distillation into something else. I arrived back...
Miss IndiaSomeone at work today, asked me if I missed India. I never thought I would hear that question. Usually they ask if I liked it or not. To...
New New YorkIt always takes me a second to get back into the groove of New York, and when I find the rhythm, it's time to leave. Been here for two...
To Things or Not To Things... That Is The QuestionIn a backpack, there's simply not a whole lot you can fit. Knick-knacks, full-scale paintings, and travel pillows never make their way...
Rooftops and BridgesMy favorite spot in my old neighborhood of Astoria in New York City. Every day, no matter how hard the day was or how exhausted I was, I...
Uma, Sweet UmaI wake up each day with routine. Routine, I've sorely missed. I lie awake for a guided morning meditation, and like clockwork, at 6:20, I...
Home Is Where the Bacalhau IsFood is cultural and so personal. Tonight was a very special night in my mind... We cooked bacalhau cakes for our hostel family. Bacalhau...
Flash Four-ward CountriesBeen moving around a lot... Taiwan - I was in Taiwan for a month. I slow traveled in various parts of the island, surfing, eating, and...