Literary Heroes, Vegan Fare & Creativity in Europe (and a bit of North Africa!)

I've waited over half of my life for this trip. Its main purpose is to finally visit the first foreign country I ever longed to see: Spain. As someone who has dedicated her life to literature, learning Spanish, and understanding the roots of Latin American culture, this is a dream come true for me. Over the … Continue reading Literary Heroes, Vegan Fare & Creativity in Europe (and a bit of North Africa!)

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Nero and Me: A Man and a Dog, Cycling through Wanderlust

I'm very excited to present to you Travel Addict Ruminations, in which I interview various passionate, brave people who dare to travel in eccentric ways. My first guest is Joshua, who has traveled throughout five countries with his dog, Nero- on one bicycle. He is originally from the UK, and has plans to take his … Continue reading Nero and Me: A Man and a Dog, Cycling through Wanderlust

33 Goals, Desires, and Aspirations for My 33rd Year

Do I over-analyze age? Is it, really, just a number? In my opinion, it is not. Through the decades of our lives, we go through a variety of different stages. If we are living as we should be, we experience many things that throw us up to the highest altitudes and the lowest depths (hopefully … Continue reading 33 Goals, Desires, and Aspirations for My 33rd Year

Buenos Aires: A Time of Struggle, Awakening, and Transformation

When I moved to Argentina, there was much I had to learn not only about the country and the Latin American region, but also myself. At the romantic, idealistic age of twenty-two, I bought my one-way ticket to Buenos Aires. I was prepared to volunteer teaching English, finish the novel I'd started the year before, become … Continue reading Buenos Aires: A Time of Struggle, Awakening, and Transformation

Returning to the City of Lost Angels

One night at the condo in Lake Tahoe, after being surrounded by the stark beauty of snow, I gathered my toiletries and headed downstairs to brush up for bed. As I looked into the mirror, I stared at my reflection with utter detachment. Sure, there was the same long brown hair I was used to, the … Continue reading Returning to the City of Lost Angels