For my 27th birthday, I got my passport flagged by Interpol. No, I’m not a spy for the CIA or an attaché for an embassy. I’m an international flight attendant, and let me tell you, an Interpol notice on your passport makes it awfully tedious to work. In May, my good friend Jil and I […]More
Artistic, poetic, descriptive.
Originally posted at Pho Across America. Recently, I picked up a trip with a twenty-four hour layover in Barcelona. Trips like this are a great way to see new places, but are challenging because you just don’t have much time. You’re tired from working all night, so you want to sleep when you arrive…but you […]More
I have a tendency of not thinking things through. On the day of my twelve-hour journey via car, plane, and ferry from Kuala Lumpur to Bali, I agreed to trek Mount Rinjani, the second highest volcano in Indonesia. The summit juts 12,224 feet above sea level and the climb takes three days, two freezing nights, and a […]More
When I first traveled to Scotland, I was not searching for a particularly meaningful or authentic trip. I wanted to sight-see, visit tourist traps, and bring back souvenirs. I was excited to travel outside of the United States for the first time, and I was even more excited to be able to drink at a […]More
As I turned 27, I realized how much of my life has been driven by fear. Fear of heights, fear of rejection, fear of failure. I started musing on how much I have missed out on or was never fully involved in because I was afraid. Entering my late 20’s has been a needed wake […]More