I had been planning my Yukon trip for the past couple of weeks. I’m not used to planning so much, but since I went with my mom, I thought it would be easier. I even made a packing list and…
Falling in love with and in Port Rexton
One Friday morning, I was running late for work. I remembered I had to walk because my bike was currently out of air in its tires. That realization was quickly followed by the thought that I was meeting someone new for drinks…
A little bit of heaven in Yellowknife
There are cities, and then there are cities. Cities I visit, cities I fall in love with and cities I long to belong in. I can classify them all by these tags; it makes it easier when dreaming of building…
Reflections on Cuba
When I was writing about my trip, looking through my notes and memories, I kept coming back to the same thing, or rather, the same person. So how will I remember Cuba? First, I will remember this important lesson. There…
Climbing Pico Turquino
The night before we left, Jack and I had agreed to split some things: he brought toothpaste, I brought sunscreen. We filled up our water bottles with the remaining water in our 5 L we had brought from Santiago. We…
I owe you one
Jack said this on Pico Turquino, Cuba’s highest mountain, nearing the summit. I asked him why. He said because he dragged me up the mountain. How sweet is that? Truth, I was so excited. I thought it would be a…
Falling for Vinales
I don’t usually tell people I have a blog. Especially when I travel. What if I want to write awful things about that person? (ex. the American guy I met in Nicaragua) Or incredibly sappy stuff?(ex. you know the series.…