I enjoy summers in California. Whether I am eating through the Bay Area’s impressive array of restaurants, visiting the vineyards of wine country or the mountains of Lake Tahoe, or lying on a sun-warmed beach in Malibu. This summer, I travel from Oakland to the Central Coast, a part of California populated by vineyards andContinue reading “T in Transit III: California’s Central Coast”
Category Archives: North America
Sedona, AZ
Sedona’s landscape is captivating, and no pictures on Instagram prepared me for the awe of seeing it in person
Above the Sonoran Desert
At 5:30 am, darkness clings to the sky above Phoenix. My eyes are still heavy with sleep when we walk out of our Airbnb and onto the waiting tour bus. The purr of an idling engine and bird songs in the distance are the loudest sounds this morning. Our driver, -J- a chatty middle-aged man,Continue reading “Above the Sonoran Desert”
Along the Pacific Coast Highway
Our drive towards the Pacific Coast Highway starts in Oakland and takes us through the seaside towns of Monterey and Carmel-by-the-Sea, and along the swirling mountain roads of Big Sur.
“Still Sun”: A Los Angeles Photo Story
A collection of photos from the sunny summer weekend I spent in L.A…
Summertime in Miami
When I lived in Nigeria, I looked forward to summer and the end of the school year because it meant visiting my parents in Miami.
Letters from the Central Coast #2
I pull Yemi up from her chair to dance, twirling her around and spinning in a circle when she twirls me. We continue like this until claps erupt from a table nearby and send both of us into a fit of laughter.
Letters from the Central Coast #1
On a warm September afternoon, we drive south in a rented SUV from Oakland to Paso Robles–a wine town on California’s Central Coast.
Friendly Footprints in Montana w/ Fred.
Everyone I’ve interviewed for Friendly Footprints talked to me about travel before COVID-19. Today, Fred talks to me about a stunning trip to Montana during the pandemic.
Cascade Falls, Lake Tahoe
From a viewpoint along the trail, the deep blue expanse of Lake Tahoe is clearly visible. I hear the water running before we see it; fast and free over jagged, slippery rock.