To say that I’m easily overwhelmed is an underwhelmingly simplified statement. Finding myself in large bustling crowds, ears ringing with the sound of traffic leaves me tunnel-visioned and grim-faced. I walk through hordes of people with my teeth set on edge. You’d think becoming easily overwhelmed would make me a terrible candidate for world travel. … Continue reading Overwhelmed.
This is not the first time I’ve been lost in another country. Nor will it be the last. It’s not even the worst time I’ve been lost. I have, after all, been lost in a jungle in Taiwan. However, being drunk and cold, leaving the bar at 4am and trying to navigate Colombian transit to … Continue reading Colombian Countryside Walk of Shame
I got locked out of the house today. In Colombia. I had gone for a cup of coffee and a quick read (i.e. escape from reality) and when I came back, there was no one there and the door was locked. What was a gringa to do? I knocked loudly on the door, bruising my … Continue reading Locked Doors
I arrived by bus. Well, technically two buses. A combination of stale Spanish and bad directions left me vulnerable to the Colombian countryside and the tiny buses that cruise back and forth between the rolling hills of Guatavita and the metropolis of Bogota. The directions were to get off the bus in front of the … Continue reading Finding El Dorado
On my first day in India what I wanted to do most of all was get a SIM card for my phone. I know it sounds disgustingly western of me, but I feel disabled without the use of my phone. When I bought a SIM card in Cambodia, the transaction was simple. I handed over … Continue reading What do the Bangalore police and SIM cards have in common?
I used to think that by the time I was 25, I would have everything figured out. I even saw the way I would wear my hair, and felt the decisiveness with which I would command my life. Now, at 26, I am lost. My hair doesn’t even resemble the style in my envisioned adulthood. … Continue reading The lost and the privileged
Every person that I meet from the world over is leaving their mark on me. Specifically with their accents. After talking to Germans, French, Italians, Finish, Swedish, Australians, etc. my brain just becomes a mesh of different sounds, all fighting for supremacy. It wants to mimic the sounds I hear, so I often find that … Continue reading Don’t we speak the same language?
I’m a sucker. That much is true. When the good people of Cambodia approach me with baubles, trinkets, and pedicures, I have a difficult time saying no. My wallet gapes disbelievingly at me every time, trying to remind me that I no longer have any income. I shush it, pass over the dollar and am … Continue reading I’m a sucker.
I wouldn't necessarily describe what happened to us as “being lost in the jungle at night.” We knew where we were, we just happened to be in the jungle much, much longer than we wanted to be. I really just wanted to see a bridge in Taroko National Park. Those plans immediately changed when my … Continue reading “Lost” is a strong term…
In a large hut made of dried palm leaves, a man offers us a Mojito. He’s a tobacco farmer, and we’ve just arrived at our first destination on the Valle de Vinales tour in Cuba. Not yet weary from the horse-back riding, but already perspiring from the relentless Cuban heat, we gladly accept. We’re about … Continue reading Cuban Cigars