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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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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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I already love you, 2016

In 2015, I just continued learning how to be an adult.   I switched many desks at work, I paid my student loans, I moved into another studio downtown, I read books, I made friends with strangers, I danced on bars, I volunteered, I traveled often and traveled far, I adopted a cat, I developed a taste for tequila and port,  I dragon boat raced, kick boxed and started rock climbing, I bought a lot of booze, I paid my bills on time, I created memories with my best friends, I survived hangovers that should have killed me, I survived…

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Everyone Loved Barcelona But Me

We once watched a short film at work on a top-secret project to revolutionize the way the world travels. It was a before-and-after video, a transformative journey that a traveler takes. In the first part of the film, this guy is in San Francisco and doesn’t know what to do so he hangs out at his hotel, walks around Pier 39 to stare at the seals, tries to take photos of the Golden Gate bridge on a foggy day, has a clam chowder bowl…ugh it was painful to watch and seemed like such a pitiful way to waste time and…

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Encounters while traveling (Part One of millions I have)

Writing about my travels is a real struggle sometimes, especially if too much time passes. Things I remember the most clearly about my trips are the people I’ve encountered along the way. I’ve always wanted to keep track of new friends or strangers I’ve met, whether we have decided to keep in touch or not. Who knows, the world is small and everything happens for a reason. Pablo, the guy from Seville -We were lost and hungry, looking for the Contenedor Restuarant highly recommended by our Airbnb host. (Sidenote: I love going to restaurants recommended by Airbnb hosts. I have…

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A few days in Belfast

On Sunday three weeks ago, I landed in Dublin Airport and straight into the arms of my Joe. We hopped onto the Aircoach (7 euros, excellent service) and in two hours I was in the center of his hometown-chilly Belfast, Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland is a pretty unique part of Ireland because they belong to the UK, and many jokingly argue that they aren’t ‘really’ Irish. Due to their complicated political past and strong personal beliefs, as a confused American I’ll just leave it at that. They are known for their troubled history due to conflicts between the Protestants and Catholics.…

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How I Learned to Stop Planning for Love

In my early 20’s, I learned a very important lesson. I learned that in order to be happy one should always dream, make them into goals and set plans to achieve them. That’s the first part of it. The second part is that you are to be flexible. Many times, those are two conflicting desires for a strong headed person. I’m as stubborn as hell and in my adolescence if I didn’t get exactly what I wanted, I would just turn around and decide that I didn’t want anything to do with it at all. I could not negotiate, I…

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