A Visit to Lidice: a village wiped off the map Overlooking the fields that had once been Lidice: statues of the children who perished. Do you remember Lidice? If you didn’t live during WWII, come from Germany or Czechoslovakia, there’s a good chance you've never heard of it. Lidice Continue Reading Overwhelmed With 'All That Architecture' Prague’s beauty is mesmerizing. I find myself repeating the phrase “this is ridiculous…” every time I turn a corner to see what a new street will display. The capital city of the Czech Republic, located in Bohemia- or the western Continue Reading A New Zealand Love Song The nighttime howl of a hound dog kept me awake last night. It pulled at my heart strings and sent my own dogs (Chewie and Rula, my house sitting mates this week) barking. It was also a keen reminder that Continue Reading A Stopover in Tasmania Cape Barren Island Flying 1,000ft over the NE corner of Tasmania and banking left towards Flinders Island in a 1978 4-seater Cessna, it occurred to me how little I had known about Tasmania just a week before. Continue Reading Armenia: Visiting the Motherland (dictionary.com: motherland (origin: 1705-15): 1. one’s native land. 2. the land of one’s ancestors. 3. a country considered as the origin or source of something.) My mother’s side of the family is 100% Armenian. Both of her parents’ families were from Continue Reading Native Alaskans and The Anchorage Museum Life in the Arctic
Adrenaline floods your body as you throw back the blankets of animal furs and climb into the cold air. It’s 3am. The sounds of drumbeats and men yelling ‘it’s time to hunt!’ seem to be coming from Continue Reading
ABOUT ME
Posts from 1+ Years of Travel
50,000 miles, 23 countries, 5 continents... and almost 2 years later. I've left the corporate world (and the US) to experience life.
I woke up to the most unusual sound one morning. It was tapping the mopane leaves and the calcium-rich rocks. It was bouncing off the chalet roofs and flooding the...
A red hartebeest wandered onto the the airport highway as I drove back to Windhoek. I slowed down the truck and smiled, imagining the cars behind me with passengers new...
“Connecticut,” I said under my breath, looking up from a bag of onions I had slung into my shopping cart in Opuwo, Namibia. The 20-something represented fall in New England:...
“Sossusvlei is magnificent. It’s spectacular, it’s home to the highest, most beautiful dunes in the world. It is all these things, but really, Sossusvlei is indescribable. You must see it...
I snapped out of my daydream to feel the car coming to a stop. I had been hearing Afrikaans for hours as we bumped along a corrugated dirt road, dust...