The fog seemed to grow denser the higher the bus climbed. I wondered if my flu-ridden body could wait it out for that iconic view of Machu Picchu bathed in sunlight. Upon arrival at the entrance, I realized that in all of the months of […]
I was given what I deemed the noisiest room in the entire hostel. I was only staying one night in Machu Picchu Pueblo but I was not well and rest was necessary. All I heard all night were children laughing, yelling, and playing some game […]
I’m heading to the windy city for Fourth of July weekend. John Mayer, whom I’ve always wanted to see live, is playing with the surviving members of The Grateful Dead at Wrigley Field on the first. I’ve also always wanted to visit Chicago, so instead […]
The beautiful home stretch of Lone Pine Canyon Road en route to the small, mountain town of Wrightwood, California was about where my Gipsy Kings Pandora radio discontinued service. There’s something magical in the loss of an Internet connection. There’s the possibility to connect with […]
Find a penny, pick it up. All day long, you’ll have good luck! Or, you can go on a penny date! That’s precisely what I did this morning after being unable to settle on a place to eat for breakfast and not wanting the endless […]
Walking amongst the oldest trees in the world kind of transcends any knowledge of time and space. These trees, called the Ancient Bristlecone Pine, exist just a little over four hours northeast of Los Angeles in the Inyo National Forest. Their bare, twisted limbs look […]
It’s not the type of place one visits to pose in front of a monument or artifact, donning a big smile. It’s not the type of place one visits with a sense of excitement, like Disneyland or the world’s largest yarn ball. There’s nothing to […]
There’s something about the mountain air that smells so right. A hike through California’s Inyo National Forest is always a pleasant reminder that somewhere in my soul, I am home. It’s a sacred place where the bluest, clearest skies marry snow-capped summits dotted in ponds […]
Grief and loss go hand in hand. I never would have imagined I’d lose both of my parents at the very young age of twenty-six. I grew up financially poor living in one of the wealthiest counties in America in one of the lower-income neighborhoods […]
The beignets would have sufficed. Yet, there I was – shrimp and grits, a seafood frittata smothered in cheddar cheese, a homemade, mouthwatering biscuit, three, giant chocolate beignets, and continuously refilled coffee. It was a classic case of my eyes being bigger than my stomach. […]
