Two nights ago, I had the chance to do more of what I do at bus stations: people watch and make up stories on their comings and goings as a way to reflect and pass the time. I encountered a young man and woman whose language and accents sounded francophone Read more…
I climbed a volcano spotted with snow fields, sat on a plastic dish and sled all the way down to the bottom in one morning. I was back in town by lunchtime. It felt like a full day to be sure and it offered up a chance to revisit a Read more…
My worst night’s sleep was on an overnight train from Delhi to Varanasi three years ago. I rested my head in a coffin-shaped cot at the top of a three-person bunkbed in a semi-private room with eight people in total (three opposite our trio and another two perpendicular to us), Read more…
It was only day two and I lost my debit card. But it was a funny situation that involved a crazy British driver, a two-day pilgrimage that closed a major highway, and a wine tasting that needed our prompt arrival by 10:30 in the morning. So, no debit card and Read more…
My first day on any trip usually has a few tactical moments that come with the territory: getting geographically oriented without looking like the new girl on the block; familiarizing myself with the subway; gaining a sense of timing (e.g. does Chile follow Argentina’s rule book for the 10 P.M. Read more…
Waiting on line in the women’s restroom of Tocumen Airport in Panama City is the reminder I need of this globe’s diverse spectrum of feminine beauty and bodies. The faux eyelashed woman of color with the brazen red-tinted dark hair washing her ashy hands. The teenage Latina with stonewashed Read more…
Traveling in the backseat of a white pickup truck across the Namibian desert with my cousin and her family was one of the marquee travel moments in my repertoire. This was new terrain for all of us and a new moment to deepen our familial connection and our friendship, which Read more…
Chateau de Fajac le Relenque, south of Toulouse. The view from our chateau. Unkept wild flowers of varying heights adorned the chairs on the ends of each row of the ceremony space, while an antique bicycle held the sign for where cocktails and dinner had taken place the night before. Read more…
Empty chairs in the Tuileries gardens. I always knew my grandmother, Grammy, was a lady, but I had not realized the depth of her elegance until I spent two days in Paris. My mother always talked about how her parents regularly visited Paris several times a year and over several Read more…
Palace of the Winds in Jaipur. Confession: I am writing this blog having already returned to the U.S. following my last 72 hours in India. Those hours included a two-day stopover in Jaipur, otherwise know as “the Pink City” for its characteristic terra cotta buildings, and a brief landing in Read more…