Tag: Featured
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Piran
What I want to remember most about that first night in Piran is how the fresh, sweet, floral-sea smell hit me when I exited the car and made me instantly forget the knots in my stomach that had hurt me all week leading up to that moment, far from home, alone on the Adriatic. And…
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Fez
Magical Morocco, a land of extremes. An exterior of chaos and crowds, concealong an interior of quiet, exslusive courtyards. The riads, palaces, literally hidden behind bland stone walls; you could never suspect their presence. The smells are strong. Repugnant – trash, carasses, leather. Then, sweet – fresh orange, oils, mint, jasmine. The people are so…
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Gjirokastër
For me, Gjirokastër was the unexpected highlight of our trip, mostly because of the uniqueness of our accommodation and the local foods and floral smells that came with it. It was quaint, but also busy. From the castle on the hill, a new soccer stadium in one direction and dirt road farmhouses in the other. Full of…
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Perast
Perast, blues & breeze. I woke up intending on taking a cab or a bus to this little town, which is more of a strip of harbor than a town proper. I was afraid to lose my parking spot and a bit nervous of returning to those windy, mountain Montenegrin roads. But then I saw…
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Managua
Terror, joy, terror, joy, terror… joy? It’s my first time traveling completely alone, my first time in Central American. I also don’t speak Spanish. I exit the airport and search for a stranger with a sign and, soon, we are driving away, and it hits me that this is the ultimate test of trust in humanity, to…
exploring & escapades 