Flight.
There is a small unassuming tree in downtown Washington where people are asked to write their wishes on paper tags and tie them to the...
Go.
Follow the paths that call your name, love the people you want to love and let your journey lead your heart through the places that...
The Wait.
As we crossed the border into Haiti the children paced back and forth with hands held to their mouths scanning the dirty widows for eye...
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...
A lover you cannot trust.
It’s February 14th and I’ve got a crush on the quest. The Sea is a lover you adore but cannot trust. If you are lonely walk to the...
Meal for a King.
In Cuba Santeria has adopted a story about a Ruler and his Kingdom. The King was always in search of knowledge and one day asked a slave...
By Way of the Night Sky.
We sailed into Havana under a clear sky and within hours it was both everything I could have imagined and nothing you could ever have...
A Gypsy Wind.
Two and a half years ago I walked up to my boss, quit my job, and set out on a journey across the U.S. the following day. The road led...
