On Life.
It’s May. MAY. That’s nearly halfway through the year. Remember this post? Re-reading it reminds me of all of the experiences I had last…
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2015: travel, dating, and psychic tales.
Everyone keeps saying the same thing. I can’t believe it’s the end of 2015. I can’t believe it either. I still remember vividly standing…
Read MoreNicaragua: That hostel.
I was running. Sort of. I was planning to travel anyway, but I booked that trip in the days that followed the break-up if…
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Nicaragua: the denim onesie.
The alarm vibrated underneath my pillow. I’d purposely set it that way so as not to wake up my one other bunkmate whom I’d…
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Nicaragua: Gringa’s definitely on the wrong bus.
That’s definitely what she was thinking. I sat there huddled into the back corner of the mini-bus. The only backpacker. The only non-Spanish speaker….
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Honduras: there’s always one.
When James and Ashley left on our fourth day on the island, I threw my I love you over my shoulder as I braced…
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Honduras: Searching for Nemo.
It was always just one of those things I wasn’t. But when I saw that first cuttlefish; watched it spread its tentacles and change…
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Honduras: Just don’t leave the hotel alone.
How long are you staying for? 7 days. The immigration agent froze and looked up from my passport. Wow, really? But that was all…
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Guatemala: lost experiences, gained friends.
I missed a lot. Okay, okay. Maybe it’s not the best way to set the scene as I begin to unfold the tales of…
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Things you thought you’d never do.
We’d come from Mirissa; endless beach parties of backpackers too young to drink in their own countries. The sound of the bass pounded through…
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