Wanderess,
With your worn through soles and curious grin, trust me when I say you are not alone. The journey rests upon your skin in scars and in...
Carving Canyons
Babies You do not have to burn To be beautiful You are not fireworks above us Rather You are waterfall Cascading You overflowing birdbath...
10 Ways to Travel Further, Longer and Happier
10 Ways to Travel Further, Longer and Happier When I was twenty years old I left school, bought a backpack and caught a one way flight to...
Rewilding
In this year of Rewilding my heartbeat dances it’s crooked feet from here to there laughing and crying and holding to those I swear are...
Voodoo
Voodoo in Haiti is something that is heard not seen. On certain nights drums fill the air past dark and chanting echoes off the concrete...
Playa de Los Patos
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The Art of Leaving.
If you had told me at eighteen how far these feet would have traveled by twenty three, I wonder if I would have believed you. I also...
Down Below.
From down here the colors mix and the clouds swirl and everything seems a bit more plausible. We are leaving our backpacks behind to...
Lost Girls.
We rode yellow bicycles with avocados in brown metal baskets as the sun baked our skin to match the dusty dirt path. At the cenote fish...
Roots.
Years before a computer program determined Cancun to be the ideal vacation spot for Americans looking to spend their week long holidays...
