Living in a city, it is easy to overlook those everyday places that serve such an important purpose. Millions of people cross through Grand Central Terminal in search of a subway, a train, or even just a dose of fresh oysters. I decided to visit the NYC landmark and take myself out of the race, and just observe. In the midst of the movement and chaos, I found little happy moments like two little girls spinning on the slick marble floor, beautifully detailed lighting, and a gentle rhythm to the constant bustle. It was a simple reminder to take the time and stop every once in a while, to just admire our surroundings.
While researching the different tour operators in Lisbon, I kept seeing the same name cropping up in my searches: We Hate Tourism. Thinking it was a joke, I kept searching until curiosity finally got the better of me. The joke was on me as I discovered a fun and comedic tour operator, offering alternative views of the city.
I joined them for the King of the Hills tour, a fast paced, open air jeep ride over the 7+ hills that make up the city of Lisbon. As we raced up and down, I felt like I was riding a roller coaster, albeit one with killer views. Each peak brought with it a new panoramic view of the city’s red tiled roofs, brilliantly blue waters, and the trolley tracks just weaving through the narrow roads.
Have you ever visited Lisbon, Portugal? What are your favorite memories?
I pushed my way through the crowded streets of Ica, with my heavy backpack weighing down like a ton of bricks on my back. Finally reaching the bus station, I threw myself into one of the blue plastic seats, and breathed in deeply. I was about to board a twenty hour bus from Ica to Cusco and knew I had a long night ahead of me. My sister was traveling with me at this point in my trip, and we had decided to get to the station about 30 minutes early, just to give ourselves some time to grab some snacks and water and stretch our legs, before sitting in a tiny seat for an entire day. Continue reading
Two years ago I had the immense pleasure of being invited to Thailand for two weeks to stay with my good friend Sophie. I had never been to Asia before and was so excited/nervous. Although I would be with locals, I had heard horror stories about food poisoning, prostitution rings and tuk tuk accidents (sophie has a traumatic tuk tuk story herself).
I arrived in Bangkok after 2 days of flying hell (note to self, 13 hour layovers in Korea are not worth saving $200 on your flight) and walked out of the airport into the bright January sun. Instantly all of my worries faded. Over the next two weeks I took speed boats to remote islands, explored the heavenly scented flower market, scored bags of $2 dresses and visited over ten different temples. I ate everything in sight, survived a bout of food poisoning, continued eating everything because it was that good, and learned how to say delicious and thank you in Thai. Here is a collage of some of my favorite pictures and experiences from this trip. I hope you enjoy!