Sunscreen-clad, I leaned forward to let the last rays of sunlight touch my face. For a few minutes, it felt good, warm. With something by Bon Iver crooning in my ears, lyrics at the tip of my tongue, I closed my eyes against the sun. From the small square kitchen window in our apartment, IContinue reading “Sunset over the Riviera”
Eating Through NYC: Part 3
I like to read about where people have been, but a significant interest for me lies in the food from those places. Although I often run out of ways to describe what something tasted like, I hardly shy away from sharing. Am I your expert guide to food in NYC? that’s a hard no, butContinue reading “Eating Through NYC: Part 3”
An Afternoon in DUMBO, NY.
Rewind to about a month ago when it was freezing and windy in NYC and I thought it’d be a good idea to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. You’d think something was pullng me towards it or that I hadn’t done it before.
We Sailed the Atlantic to The Bahamas.
I’ve always been most comfortable with things that move on water; except Jet Ski’s, haven’t gotten the hang of those yet. I’m not sure if it’s that I feel safer on water, or if it’s just a preference. Once I had the opportunity to see the point where the Atlantic and Carribean oceans meet inContinue reading “We Sailed the Atlantic to The Bahamas.”
A Black Girl in The Dominican Republic.
It was my first service trip. I was still studying psychology at Rutgers University and had a budding interest in community service. So in the summer of 2013, I swapped classes for a plane ticket and traveled with a group of 18 other students to the D.R’s capital city – Santo Domingo.
Taste it or Leave it : A Coca-Cola Story
“There’s something about the Fanta in Nigeria, it’s sweeter as if sugar cane was used to sweeten it; the Fanta here [in the U.S] doesn’t taste as sweet”. These words are from a conversation I had with my cousin years ago. It was the first time I had ever considered that the Fanta I drank in Florida tasted different in Nigeria.
Old Friends, New Memories.
8 years ago we were teenagers trying to escape the confines of our boarding school as quickly as possible; now there we were at brunch, thousands of miles from said school, independent, talking about our lives as young adults. It felt surreal.
Last Stop – Centennial Park.
The scent coming from our Uber was pungent but having sat down already, we endured it for the 10-minute drive to Atlanta’s Edgewood neighborhood. Despite the chilly breeze, we put down the windows to breathe in fresh air and only after that could we talk. Faith, in her usual friendly manner, asked the driver what weContinue reading “Last Stop – Centennial Park.”
2017’s Memorable Travel Moments
I’m grateful for the places I visited that wouldn’t have made my 2017 wanderlist, the people I met on the literal and figurative road, and the unforgettable experiences that this year brought.
Cacao + The Coast.
The Coast. 2am. It was late. Too late, I thought, for any of us to happily wake up to head to the beach in the morning. Our call time was terrible. We needed to be down by 7:45am at the latest. I was so sleep deprived that I considered suggesting we move the beach toContinue reading “Cacao + The Coast.”