Dear olives, bow ties, and ham drawings: I love you!

Madrid is alive. With people. With culture. With men who have sexy accents. With retired couples who hold hands and take walks at night. With loitering teenagers. With street musicians. With people and more people enjoying dinners on patios throughout the city. It’s metropolitan, and everyone walks with purpose through the maze of the city, […]

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I am different this time. I swear.

I left India feeling lighter. Refreshed. New. I knew I was a cliché, but that’s the thing– I didn’t care. I felt like I had shed the load of caring about what others think. Thankfully, this was discarded along with my need for make-up, new clothes, and all material goods. In my previous life, I […]

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What’s the matter with you people? Why aren’t you staring at me?

I feel misplaced and awkward sitting here sipping a perfectly frothed café con leche, wearing a pair of jeans, and watching passersby loaded with Coach bags and packages from glittery department stores. It feels like just yesterday I was peeing into a hole, caught in a monsoon with my backpack on, and bribing rickshaw drivers […]

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I’m in the West!

Holy mackerel! Everything is expensive.Holy mackerel! Everything is so clean.Holy mackerel! Everyone is so white. Holy mackerel! Everyone is a slut!

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Hasta Luego India-o

Two months have speedily swept by as I ran across India. The sub-continent is too big to traverse in even a matter of years. The people I’ve met here, the generosity I’ve experienced, and the culture I’ve seen have bowled me over, kicked me while I was down, lifted me up, and fed me rainbows. […]

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