travel
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Blue Butterfly
When Marisa and I were in our mid-twenties, we took what was then a relatively inexpensive trip to Fiji and Australia. You know the kind, the package deal, 9 days airfare and hotel for something like $900. The affordability was due to it being our summer and their winter but we didn’t know any better. Continue reading
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Two-Hour Lunch
“Hello,” she buzzes, conspiratorially sliding into the metal seat next to me. “I’m Monique. I’m here representing a trade association, but I’m on your company’s payroll.” We’re in French-speaking Geneva nestled between the snow-capped Alps and Lac Leman, delegates at a United Nations (UN) technology meeting. “Phew,” I exhale from behind my individual microphone, removing Continue reading
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Korean Spa
My half-clothed mom places a steaming coffee next to my bedside in our Busan Korea hotel room. She has been hiding out in the bathroom for the past hour trying not to wake me until 6:00am when the gym opens. Cardio is her sacred early morning ritual. ‘Don’t talk to me before my exercise,’ Continue reading
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Argentino Guapo
I spot him from afar, coaching a private lesson on the beachside soccer field as I pull my white mini-SUV into the gravel parking lot, spraying up tiny rocks with my entrance. Spanish reggaeton music blares from my stereo, and I bounce out of the car, my endorphins and confidence high after an energetic spin Continue reading
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Furthur Travels with Ken Kesey
I awake with a queasy feeling in my stomach. It’s my last day in Eugene and my final opportunity to attempt meeting one of my heroes, Ken Kesey. While it seems like a gesture his adventurous nature might appreciate, now I’m chickening out. What am I going to say and do? Knock on his door Continue reading
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Toothless in Rwanda
Thick soupy rainforest fog surrounds me as I step outside my cozy room at the rustic aging tourist lodge overlooking the Virunga mountains of Rwanda. The dawn is wet and chilly. Eight volcanoes separate us from the Democratic Republic of the Congo and Uganda, the unstable earth an apt reference for the smoldering conflict ever Continue reading
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PRIDE: Discovering Captain Morgan
Donning aviator sunglasses and a mustache, Uncle Casey waits for us near the swaying palm trees outside Orlando’s baggage claim in his Red Mazda Miata convertible. We run, greeting him excitedly. “Uncle Casey, this is my best friend Emily, you two are going to love each other,” I say as we squeeze into the tiny Continue reading
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