From the moment I was asked if I would be available and willing to travel to Laos to when I touched down in Vientiane, I was both stressed and enthusiastic. In one breath I was participating on a team call and in the next, I was planning to go on an assignment for said team. […]Read more "My Weekend in Vientiane, Laos: Part 1"
I was fighting sleep when the pilot announced our descent into Incheon Airport. I had spent most of the flight watching movies and wanted to stay sprawled out on the empty row I had to myself for a little while longer. Groggily, I sat up, adjusted my seat, and rested my head on the window […]Read more "9 hours in South Korea"
If there’s one thing I miss about living on the east coast, it’s being a short flight away from New York. Bushwick is to NY what Wynwood is to Miami. An outdoor art gallery, with ever-changing pieces by a diverse group of artists. The Bushwick Collective – started and curated by Brooklyn native Joeseph Ficalora- […]Read more "An Afternoon in Bushwick, Brooklyn"
We spent the day in Sosua on a boat. The water, a dark shade of blue, was not clear enough that you could see through it. We passed the time snorkeling, swimming, jumping off the side of the boat – to my mom’s obvious horror – and dancing to Inyang’s impressively curated Afrobeats playlist.Read more "Surrounded by Love in Cabarete, D.R."
“Laissez les bons temps rouler”; the French phrase translates literally to “let the good times roll” and if it isn’t the official slogan for New Orleans, it should be.Read more "A Perfect Weekend in New Orleans"
I’m feeling much better today. Congested and sneezing the night before, I was terribly uncomfortable. Today, my sinuses cleared up, my headache is gone and I feel like I have energy for the day. Good, because we planned to spend it with several other people on a “boat” in a neighborhood 2hrs away from Mexico […]Read more "AirBnB-curated experience in Xochimilco, Mexico"
On the large hibachi-style grill, the cook flipped meat and the fresh tortilla shells that would hold the meat as he mouthed lyrics to the song playing in the market. It was a popular rap song and I bobbed my head to the familiar rhythm while I watched him work. In about five minutes, a large burrito and four tacos al pastor* were steaming in our faces. I forgot I wasn’t hungry.Read more "We Stayed For The Food in Coyoacán, Mexico"