Do yourself a favor and buy that damn plane ticket already.
“Travel is never a matter of money but of courage. I spent a large part of my youth traveling the world as a hippie. And what money did I have then? None. I barely had enough to pay for my fare. But … Continue reading
Red Earth: Cambodia Part One
Play. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I wake up and open my eyes to a stewardess smiling at me as she hands me a box of food. I smile back and say thank you. Then I look out … Continue reading
Hariharalaya
Play. Frieda was here two years ago. She was the first one of a bunch who told me about this place and said I would fall in love with it. And when someone you love and adore tells you to go somewhere … Continue reading
Fragments
Play me first. I’ve written this from many different places, fragments of time that is now memories embedded into words. As I write this sentence I’m in a Cambodian island called Koh Rong. It is Christmas day and I’m sitting … Continue reading
Growing roots in Siargao Island
Press play first. “Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” – Leonardo Da Vinci Somewhere in your journey, … Continue reading
Flowing in Indonesia
Press play first. One week, two islands, and eleven kindred spirits. Here’s a glimpse of our journey. Top photo by Noelle Hilario Here’s to the sun chasers. Barefoot, salty haired, driven by the tides of the ocean and sand grains. … Continue reading
Bali, Island of the Gods: Part One
As I write this I am sitting on a cafe balcony hovering over the shores of Bingin Beach in Bali, watching bodies float up and down with the currents, watching shadows riding the waves as the sunlight cracks the … Continue reading
Depression to Bliss
Play me first. “There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” I cry a lot. Ever since I could remember, I’d always cry about the smallest things. Happy, sad and all the ridges and … Continue reading
The calm.
Press play first. As I am writing this bit I am twisted into my blanket on my bed, in my room, in our communal home, in San Diego, in California, in the United States, in North America, in planet Earth, … Continue reading
Joshua Tree. And the art of longing.
Play me first. I am sitting in my sun-drenched backyard, listening to the wind play with the fruit trees. Gazing up at the clouds floating past me. Then I hear a plane. That feeling comes again, my heart flutters and … Continue reading
The truth about travelers
Press play first. We have been called many things. Travelers, by default. But we like to be called nomads. Explorers. Vagabonds. Adventurers. Wayfarers. Modern gypsies. Wanderers. We’ve adopted them all. A growing breed of humans with restless feet and the … Continue reading
