Kathmandu — No, that is not a co-working space in NYC or SF you are looking at. It is a cafe in Kathmandu. Low tables, bare feet, lumpy cushions and black lights. The Grateful Dead, Neil Young, The Doors and Bob Dylan plays non-stop on the radio. Smoking indoors is allowed and occasionally cannabis is mixed with tobacco, the European way. The boys have long hair and beards, the girls all wear some sort of br...
Boulder — Just shy of nine months abroad, I find myself back in Boulder. In many ways, the reality of being home has yet to sink in; the past few weeks have been a blur. Landing Thursday in Philadelphia and vis...
Hanoi — Another overcast day. We ride into the old French Quarter, tasting rain drops, looking for those large fried parcels filled with —- we don’t know but we are excited to find out —- for lunch. Its onl...
West hollywood — The third beginning, spontaneous yet again. My fingers are growing tired of writing unexpected goodbyes. Hoping that this one as all the others, you might be able to give your fingers a break. If all ...
Perhaps this will be more although the easiest lie is just to leave it to God.
Sylvia and I, vol. 24
Fallen into cliche.
Follow the road!
Back home after nine months abroad, backpacking. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Amazed. Grateful.