Chase and I had a first in our lives the night we arrived in Wellington: we shared a chicken kebab wrap at a local Turkish eatery in downtown Wellington for dinner this evening. My Dad would have loved this place, it had the look and feel of a family-owned, multi-generational Read more…
A chilled acai bowl on a Tuesday morning after a yoga class has become a ritual. An act of self care. A proud claim on the freelancing lifestyle that describes my last eight months. Besides mid-morning yoga classes, I take my time in the grocery store during business hours when Read more…
Winter camping conditions make me melt. Especially if I am underprepared with too few warm and dry, synthetic clothes. Withdrawal, some tears, some sarcasm — all of these and more can surface with winter camping conditions and me. I always bounce back but I travel down a long, dark internal Read more…
Our first night was the capstone to a wet, windy inaugural hiking day in Torres del Paine. I could tell I would be hiking in my rain jacket for the next few days and my hat would probably never leave my head until I was back in Puerto Natales. I 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…
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…