I found a slice of paradise last week. I rarely use terms like “paradise” because it feels overdone to claim each new place is better than the next. But in terms of where I was personally, this place was a slice of perfection for what I needed at that moment. From San Pancho, the hike …
Somehow, two and half months have passed since I moved to Mexico and moved into a studio apartment in the tiny town of San Pancho. Life is zipping along. When I started writing this update, I planned to lament that I still haven’t learned how to relax, despite my decision to use my time here in …
Over the past several months, I have been quite pensive, and I keep harping on about this fact in each post. It has been inescapable; I mentioned it a few times, and glossed over it some—I tried not to overshare. I hoped I guess, that I would just magically sort it all out. But, that’s …
The pace of life quickens when you’re outside of your home base. The comfort of familiarity was gone and I was a stranger in each new place, the new experiences stacked up faster than I could write them down. That first, mostly solo year on the road was, in a way, my boot camp on …
The air around me was cool and damp, the kind of pervasive dampness only found in old spaces, spaces locked off from human habitation for decades, centuries even. On every wall, remnants of an ancient culture depicted animals, kings, triumphs, and women, lots of women. We had visited several desert castles in Jordan that day, and Quseir Amra was …
The pace of life in Luang Prabang, Laos is so very charming. It’s a low-slung city with wide streets (unnatural for much of Southeast Asia), French inspired post-colonial architecture, monks clad in sunny saffron robes, and a humming buzz of relaxed tourism. I wrote earlier about the changes three years and more tourism brought upon this …
Water runs through all of us, and all over the world. It’s impossible to fully grasp the importance of water on our lives. In honor of the importance of water—and of World Water Day on March 22nd—I offer a photo essay on the importance of water to my travels. It’s a looks at the most …
Growing up in Florida, I didn’t think much about the word “ecosystem”—they made us study state history and the Everglades so many times before graduation that it became background noise. It wasn’t until I was well into adulthood that it clicked just how intricate and specific an ecosystem actually is. That lesson came back to …