Find Your Gift, then Give it Away: Reflections Post-Thanksgiving.

Three days ago was Thanksgiving. And most of us in the US took a moment to be with family and friends and sit in gratitude, even if just for the day. But, gratitude of what exactly? I think it varies, but the theme is consistent. Togetherness, happiness, success… health and life. And while I’d love…

Meeting of the ‘Rents. Merging of the Cultures.

I met David in India in 2014. We sat on a rooftop and talked about travel, whisky, and Walt Whitman. He also has a majestic beard. Naturally, I was a fan right away. We were friends for quite sometime until one day last January… I drank an entire bottle of wine before deciding to FaceTime…

This ain’t Eat, Pray, Love-dammit. Write your own novel.

Remember about 3 years ago when I first set out with a backpack on that hedonic quest to Eat, Pray, and Love my way around the world? NOPE. You most certainly do not remember that. Because I have never claimed to be on any such quest. In fact, I’ve proudly announced that I am not…

Moving to America… yet, again.

I’ve just completed my usual airport routine of performing black-market surgery on the ole red back pack. Stitching fresh wounds with safety pins and dental floss, while packing the gaping holes with scarves and plastic bags; it’s beginning to look as traveled as Forrest Gump’s shoes. I’ve brushed my hair, counted the stamps in my…

Painted Fiction: My Reinvented Travel Blog.

Last night I bought a hand painted, loosely bound, blank journal. I spent my final 200 baht, held in reserve for an iced coffee and green curry chicken; and despite the growls of hunger after said sacrificed dinner, I have no regrets. Since my belongings were all flooded during a short stay on Gili Trawangan…

Bali: The good, the bad and the Bintang.

I was struggling to title this post, as I wasn’t entirely sure it was necessary to use the word “bad” in a heading which recalls my twelve day journey (with eleven best friends) through Bali. But then I thought of Justin’s missing toenails, our boating cluster-cuss in Lombok, and glanced at the water-damage markings on…