On a recent vacation to Puerto Rico with my boyfriend’s family, I realized this would mark the first trip to the beach since my father’s death. I was actually in California when I got “the call” last February. My first visit to that state let me experience Joshua Tree and bizarrely, a rare blizzard that …
When people ask me what I do, I don’t know what to say. The first problem is that I wear a lot of hats. I have a Christmas tree farm, a scientific editing business, and I carve wooden spoons.
There was something calming about the chaos. Something about the piercing electric guitar cutting through the burning ropes around us; the primal cries from the man in green as he scaled his stone tower.
For those of us that live in or hail from the United States, Hawaii might not be the most exotic of destinations — that is, for an island situated in the middle of the world’s largest ocean, thousands of miles away from the contiguous USA.
For too many people, happiness is a fleeting construct. We gain a glimmer of hope when a big life milestone is surmounted — a promotion, a new relationship, mastering a new craft — but eventually, the newness of these achievements fade.
One of the best things about Costa Rica is that everything you hear about it, is true — in one way or another.
The dry wind rolled off the mountain behind our house in chilled waves, whipping my fine hair into into a tangled mess and leaving my cheeks red and raw.
We travel to lose ourselves, we travel to find ourselves. It’s where we feel most alive, where we stay up late, follow our impulses and surrender to the unknown. We travel to slow time down, we travel for the pulse-quickening rush of adventure and — possibly most of all — we travel to fall in love. The more …
