A defeated spirit takes longer to heal than muscles and bones. I have not really wanted to scale mountains since Kilimanjaro. I mean, I absolutely continued to do it anyway, like completing Half Dome last summer, but none of it… Continue Reading
While I was planning this adventure I figured as long as I was in Tanzania, I might as well check out a safari since I wasn’t sure if after Kilimanjaro I’d ever make my way back to Africa again. Another… Continue Reading
On the journey home I was texting with CB. Me: I can’t wait to see you when I get back. CB: Me too. I wonder if you’ve changed (because of this trip). As I type this, I still don’t have… Continue Reading
I’m going to tell this story before the rest, just in case I never complete writing about the other days leading up to this one, because I don’t want to forget this day. Today on the agenda was having lunch… Continue Reading
Juxtaposed with my trip to New Zealand a couple years ago, getting ready for Vietnam was more of a blur. It was busy at work, the kind of busy where you don’t have time to make yourself dinner and where… Continue Reading
Two years before going to Iceland I spotted this wall art on Pinterest. It was hauntingly beautiful and furthered my desire to go to Iceland to find it. After booking the trip on a whim with a friend in January,… Continue Reading
Recently I was given a blogging challenge from junomedical, “Which place or moment during your travels made you smile brightest?” and one moment after a four day trek with no showers to Machu Picchu clearly stood out against other memories.… Continue Reading
Every time I visit a new city I seek out local art, not only in the form of museums but also with street art. I started this several years ago in Paris after stumbling across a collection of Banksy’s on… Continue Reading
Almost exactly a year ago… yes, I have had his in drafts for this long, but this was my favorite day of all of 2015. The people there don’t care what I do… or so many of the other things we care so… Continue Reading
I woke up again at 4am and crept out to the bathroom. Sadly Cid was sleeping with his head facing the door, and as he would tell me later I was not the only one to give his face a… Continue Reading