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Moments in Cuba Part Two.

Day Five:  “What do you think is the one barrier to your happiness?” I thought about his question as I took a sip of my chilled Bucanero, suddenly wondering if I had any (barriers). The live band was playing ‘Bailando’ for the third time a few feet away since we had squeezed onto this rooftop, unofficially the national Cuban song. Tin Tin was crowded with tourists trying to watch the fiery sunset sweep above us. I was sharing a wooden bench with a stoic German family but no one minded. Before I could muster up a thoughtful reply, Dan whom had been…

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Moments in Cuba Part One.

If I were to tell you everything that happened while I was in Cuba, you may never allow me to travel alone again. After rattling over suspension bridges on motorbikes in Bali and sleeping through overnight bus rides in Bolivia, I’d consider myself open-minded and well traveled. Yet, nothing prepared me for what I experienced in Cuba. I left understanding less of it than I did when I first arrived (which to be fair, wasn’t a whole lot). Without fully comprehending the language, having no internet and navigating the chaos of this country by myself, I was constantly surprised at…

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Hawaii is not overrated. 

I stretched out on my sarong to avoid the sand, drenching the light fabric with warm ocean water dripping from my hair. That’s how you do it: soak in the sun, run into the waves, and lay out til you’re dry and hot again. I slipped on my Ray Bans and looked out to wave at D, my dreamboat playdate. He was tall, tan and handsome, just another local surfer dude (okay maybe a psychiatrist) with a million dollar smile and eager to make the most of our time together. It was another beach day in Hawaii, and I was…

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Part Two: Two girls and the Grand Canyon

We drove for four hours from Las Vegas to Horseshoe Bend, and it was the most beautiful drive I’ve ever driven. The freeway stretched fearlessly ahead until it disappeared over the edge of the desert and brilliant blue sky. Weathered, metal striped rock formations sprawled out along the road, the sun burned above us like we were on Mars. Renette and I nibbled on our 20 pc. Mcnuggets as we passed by little, abandoned towns made up of farms, empty fruit (?) stands and where all the buildings were closed (forever?) Maybe it’s a Sunday thing. Horseshoe Bend was hard to…

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Part One: Two girls and a desert

We staggered into the Rio hotel, Las Vegas late Friday night, looking alarmingly out of place in our hiking books and massive backpacks. That’s one of the best things about having a best friend-you can both look stupid together but it doesn’t matter because you’re not the only one. The Rio is off the major strip, and although it was a short Uber ride away and shuttles loyally chugged through the night, we decided to save our energy for Saturday night instead. We checked into our room, changed, and hit the casino lounge bars til 4am, gingerly accepting drinks from…

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