I am rich because of the experiences and people I encounter on my life’s journey. I am enlivened by the endless possibilities of travel and adventure – humbled by the vastness of the world. I believe travel and adventure can be found locally, and afar.
| August 13, 2017 |
I can’t really do much complaining about my travels to Tanzania. There was something comforting about solo travel to a familiar place. Despite the multiple delays from New York to Boston, and Boston to Amsterdam, my journey was still relatively stress-free.
Now contrast this to the 13-hour layover in Ethiopia, and difficulty getting through customs the Stony Brook Student group endured, and I’m CERTAIN I have nothing to complain about…
| August 12, 2017 |
Through the divine combination of manifestation and hard work/determination, I have landed myself back in Tanzania! In April 2016, I promised I’d return to the place that shaped my professional career and broadened my horizons, inspiring me in ways I am still discovering. And… here I am, back in Arusha!
There’s many exciting ways in which the 2016 vs. 2017 trip is different. This year, I will be in Tanzania for ONE MONTH rather than two weeks. I also played a more integral role in organizing this year’s trip, and am being joined by a group of students from my alma mater, Stony Brook University.
Read on to hear more about this year’s EXCITING itinerary! I’m beyond stoked and grateful…
| July 28, 2017 |
Oh, the beauty of Plan B. I teamed up with one of my favorite adventure buddies, Sarah, for a weekend of good ol’ Pacific Northwest explorations. We booked a yurt in Idaho, with the intention of snowshoeing and visiting an area we both had yet to visit! Since Sarah has been based out of Olympia for a while (she also has been stricken with the PNW, and can’t seem to leave, after being a travel PT for some time), she’s seen a lot of the state. So, we intended to cross somethin’ off each of our lists together.
But… Weather was looking rainy in Idaho, so Sarah and I said ixnay on the road trip. Sarah had more than enough rain in Olympia (no complaints about sunny Yakima), so we decided to flow with a new idea: Palouse Falls State Park. Sarah drove to Yakima around 10am on March 25, I handed her a quesadilla and coffee, and we piled into my Forester for an eastern Washington adventure! We had tons to catch up on, and she ignited my adventurelust with her adventurevan plans. Conversation flowed effortlessly, and the eastward drive seemed to fly by…
| July 20, 2017 |
I look at the bowl below me. It’s milky white, untouched, and vast. The intricacies of the landscape lack contrast; I merely see a surface of flowing, powdery sugar. There’s no clear path to follow, so I know I must pave my own. As I edge forward, I can feel its gravitational pull. I see the tips of my skis jut over the edge, and I release all resistance, surrendering to the blanket of snow. My poles drag beside me, as I carve into the landscape. My heart races, my legs and hips flow with my skis, and I move in sync with the varying grades. The contrast becomes clearer, and I begin sensing the variance in the landscape. I respond to each intricacy with intention. I may let out a sigh of relief, a “WAHOO” of exhilaration. Breathe in, cut right. Breathe out, cut left. Edge to edge, tip to tail. This awakens me, enlivens me.
And this? This is winter.
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