After one last night with my best friend in a campsite in Venice which involved a torrential downpour, soaked bedding (No, not by our own doing. The tent wasn't secured shut), and excessive laughs, I finally arrived in Riomaggiore, the southern-most village of the 5-village stretch on the northwest coast of Italy called Cinque Terre. … Continue reading A Little Less Preachy, a Little More Peachy: Stories From Solo Travels in Italy
Sometime in the Spring of 2017, I had a dream. It was the kind of dream that leaves you feeling like a different person when you wake up, as if the vastness of life grew hands and rung you out, the old and overused bits of you dripping down its arms, and then hung you … Continue reading Lessons Learned After The Greek Sun Sets: Part 2, The Church
This is the story of a perfect night. It's also a story of acceptance, or at least the process of it. It was our third night (out of nine) on T'ouranou, the beautiful boat that our friends Rhonda and Rhiannon invited us to sleep, eat, and dance on as we sailed through the Aegean sea, … Continue reading Lessons Learned After The Greek Sun Sets: Part 1, Sarakiniko
There are certain names we were called in middle school that make an impact on us. Yes, I was fortunate enough to not have been severely or consistently bullied during that time, but I think we all face our share of peer degradation. It's funny now to think of all the seemingly worse put-downs I … Continue reading A Fear of Change or Lack Thereof
It had been approximately 10 minutes since a Language and Cultural Facilitator from the Peace Corps had dropped me off at my new host family’s house in Takeo province, Cambodia, helping me to pull my dusty luggage that was, unbeknownst to me, filled with sra-mouch (ants) already enjoying feasts of American goodies that were intended to be given … Continue reading PST: Pre-Service Training…More like Perpetual Sweat and Tears, amiright?