A Cataclysmic Collision of Lovers
We meet again, lifetime after lifetime.
Being a Traveler and Building Fires In Each Others’ Hearts
Travelers far and wide come together on a level playing field: a new terrain. Each of them bringing their own remnants of home, their own versions of building fires. When you place these characters together and witness what they build together, something magical begins to happen.
Melancholy Musings from Mexico
In this moment, I am sitting at Sarajevo Cafe Jardin in San Cristobal de las Casas in the Chiapas region of Mexico. ‘A Sunday Kind of Love’ by Etta James plays through the speakers. Yesterday, in an attempt to join my hostel friends for a Temascal (Mexican sauna), I missed the timing and ended up sitting in the streets of Rancho San Nicholas, with my phone at 1% battery, no available taxis and the thought in my head that I should be panicking.
Empty Spaces & New Chapters
Moving into my first apartment by the beach in California seems natural. Maybe because I've dreamed of this moment long enough that it already feels familiar.
A Mindful and Bellyful Breakfast in Oaxaca
I am sitting here at the first table of Fonda Florecita. It is a long picnic table spanning at least 30 feet, almost the span of the warehouse room, covered with a green, yellow and orange striped table cloth with a clear laminate film over it. When I travel, I find myself in enjoying the pleasurable trap of eating delicious foods as much as I enjoy jumping off 7 meter waterfalls.
JUST LIKE JULIA 