Dim Sum for One
I pour a cup of tea and bring it to my lips. It smells familiar. I taste it and remember three months earlier, when I was anything but alone. … More Dim Sum for One
I pour a cup of tea and bring it to my lips. It smells familiar. I taste it and remember three months earlier, when I was anything but alone. … More Dim Sum for One
But as I settled into my bunk room with a few of my fellow pilgrims, I began to relax. Yes, I was woefully out of shape, but I could send my pack ahead the next day (only 16 km that day, and only 2/3 of them uphill…). We were all in this together and while some of the fierce competition for bunks and spots at the albergues felt unnecessary and outside the spirit of the Buen Camino, the evenings sharing hopes and dreams were magical. … More Camino Santiago: Part 1
I would describe gezelligheid as the feeling of being under a cozy blanket in soft lighting, reading a good book or having a deep chat with a beloved one. These moments seem to be occur far more frequently when the weather is garbage, and thus when I moved back to Los Angeles, with its constant sunshine and superficial niceties, my soul craved gezelligheid. I longed for twinkle lights and candles, for it to be cold enough to warrant a cozy sweater, warm socks, and a soft blanket. … More dreaming of gezelligheid
“It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same. Even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald Welcome to travel nostalgic. I’m a thirty-something lady working in corporate America, relying on the adventures of my youth and the hopes of a more exciting tomorrow … More Welcome. Bienvenue. Bienvenidos.