Press play and repeat. Australia turns into liquid and runs through my hands. I’m leaving Melbourne and in five sleeps I’ll be on a plane to Kathmandu. As with all goodbyes and transitions, there’s a distinct flavor of bittersweetness. … Continue reading
Press play “I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that … Continue reading
“One fine day, it will be your turn. You will leave homes, cities and countries to pursue grander ambitions. You will leave friends, lovers and possibilities for the chance to roam the world and make deeper connections. You will defy … Continue reading
Press play. Coincidences. One of the most important things I have ever learned in my life, is that there is no such thing. I believe that things happen and people come into our lives, for whatever reason no matter how … Continue reading
Play me first. I’ve written this from many different places, fragments of time that is now memories embedded into words. As I write this sentence I’m in a Cambodian island called Koh Rong. It is Christmas day and I’m sitting … Continue reading
Press play first. One week, two islands, and eleven kindred spirits. Here’s a glimpse of our journey. Top photo by Noelle Hilario Here’s to the sun chasers. Barefoot, salty haired, driven by the tides of the ocean and sand grains. … Continue reading
Play me first. Alone. One of the most feared words in human history. I bet you cringed when you read that. Alone. Yea you cringed again too. We live in a world where shows, movies, magazines, television sets tell you that … Continue reading
Press play first. And repeat. I tend to leave little pieces of my heart wherever I wander. On the last destination of the journey through my homeland, I find that it has always been here to begin with. Over a … Continue reading
People wonder why I lived in San Diego for a decade and never learned how to surf. I ask myself the same. It’s something I’ve always wanted to learn, something I just knew I would end up falling in love … Continue reading
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