My Time in Reykjavik: Staying at The Loft

After about six hours on the WOW Air flight from Boston, I grabbed my bags, made some essential purchases at Keflavik airport's duty free shop, and descended into the bitter cold night. My hiking boots crunched soft snow as I zipped my new omni-heat Columbia coat all the way up and walked toward the bus … Continue reading My Time in Reykjavik: Staying at The Loft

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Purring Voices, Alien Landscapes, and Psychedelic Lights: Why I’m Going to Iceland

I wanted to see Iceland before anyone even knew it existed, save Icelanders. Before the Blue Lagoon, before the Ring Road or cooing over the cuteness of arctic foxes, I’ve yearned to see this land of extremes. See, before all of the hype, there was a girl standing in her kitchen, brunette buns wound tightly … Continue reading Purring Voices, Alien Landscapes, and Psychedelic Lights: Why I’m Going to Iceland

A Trip Unforeseen: Exploring Oregon

Let's be honest. There are some things that, when I was young, I never thought I'd do. After multiple torturous road trips with my parents to Klamath Falls, Oregon, just beyond the border of California, I never understood why anyone would want to live in that farmville of a state. And here I am, living … Continue reading A Trip Unforeseen: Exploring Oregon

International Women’s Day: My Heroines

Today I was reading through my personal Facebook feed and found some men questioning the purpose of International Women's Day. What, should we stop what we're doing simply to revel in women's beauty for an entire day? Um, excuse me?! This is only one of many issues that irk me. Women are not here on this earth … Continue reading International Women’s Day: My Heroines

A Year in Spain: Anything is Possible

A few weeks after I returned from Southeast Asia, I went to a Travel Massive event in San Francisco. Heading on the train to my favorite city, I was in much need of a travel fix. I had spent the majority of my time after returning to the U.S. at my parents' house, scouring the internet for … Continue reading A Year in Spain: Anything is Possible

Hometown Parking Lot Blues

I wrote the following passage on a lunch break, just months after I had moved back to the United States from Argentina. 7/26/05 I sit in this hot, dusty parked car, listening to Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, daydreaming about being back in Buenos Aires. I watch a man across the way sizing up a truck like last … Continue reading Hometown Parking Lot Blues