Category: North America
Tulum was everything I didn’t expect it to be. Raw, dusty, green, fresh, foreign, alive. We only went to meet a friend for the weekend, and I feared mass crowds and Americana spring-break-chaos. It wasn’t that at all.
This part of Arizona, just outside of Phoenix, is shades of green brown, pops of yellow and red, an earthy sweet smell like Greek Mountain tea. Flat. Jagged. Mountains. Desert, lake, open road, an open-top convertible. Open space, open air, open roads. __ My trip to Phoenix was quick, for a family wedding. I…
Over an ocean, other rowing boats. Another river, another Cambridge. Seeking familiar sights, the rhythm of blades breaking the water, at the Head of the Charles Regatta. Homesick for new home from old home.
Hydrangea heaven, home. Seals and sand dunes. Fourth of July flags. To the lighthouse. It always feels like I never left.
Back, just in time for sunset on my last day home. I told my brother that we could go anywhere he wanted, and he chose here, World’s End. Last time, on my last day, we came here too; it was cold and snowy. No cold and snow this time, but the skyline, the same. The…
Home in my city. Back here for two weeks from Europe for volunteering, meetings, networking, interviewing. I’ve been all over the world, and I still love it here. I love the sense of walking and knowing and belonging. Of knowing that it will always welcome me back, no matter how long I’ve stayed away.