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All Eyes On Me
Travel, for me, is about experiencing the ‘Other.’ Whenever I visit a place, it’s because I’m really interested in everything it has to offer – the landscape, the architecture, the culture. I went to...
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Zurückgehen: Exploring My Austrian Ancestry in the Alps
When I told my cousin last summer that I planned to take a train to what had once been the home of our Austrian grandfather, she responded, “Oh, you’re returning to your roots.” Before I traveled to...
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In April of 2010, my family and I visited the Galapagos Islands on a 10-day cruise. I use the term ‘cruise’ loosely – we spent the trip eating and sleeping on a ship, but compared to the gigantic...
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The illuminated, forest-green, naked mermaid—the tell-tale sign of development, infrastructure, good old fashioned American business, and, most importantly, of comforting caffeination—what are you...
View ArticleGrowing Up Again
When, at the age of two, your parents tell you something about the world around you, you will internalize it, and this new piece of knowledge becomes as good as fact. Later, at five, the same blind...
View ArticleCatskills
One last reprieve, they told us, before you settle in, like a newborn into a faltering mother’s arms. Settle in to the concrete jungle and its ruthlessness, and wandering youth, and its debauchery, and...
View ArticleparaPLUIE
The trail of our croissant Crumbs would lead you From plane to tram to train Until you arrived At a nine-day rainy April Home, nestled between a Monosyllabic boulangerie and a market (More exotic in...
View ArticleRevisiting a Changed Country
As I walked through the Larnaca Airport this past July, I couldn’t help but think that Cyprus seemed exactly the way I had left it two years ago. The plane had made a slow descent over the dark...
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Sublime Ecuador
Bienvenidos a Principal. Respete la Naturaleza. The weathered wood sign could have easily faded into the background of dilapidated houses and rolling hills, but from my bus window, the message was...
View ArticleDune Dance
The desert doesn’t pretend to care That its sand scours your eyes. If the wind makes those swirling grains look like Smoke, Or vapor Sweeping off the earth to meet its parents in the absent clouds,...
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