Travel Journal
Buried beneath alpaca and sipping hot coca tea, we contemplated the climb through the city's dimly lit passageways for a few high vantage night shots. A relentless route of ascending stone steps, high into thin mountain air, away from the steady hum of Plaza de Armas.
Read MoreMy lungs were sort of on the verge of explosion, staging protest with each step. We were climbing stairs to San Blas, 15lb packs on our backs. It was day one, and despite the good advice given by everyone we had met thus far, we weren’t lying low. One twenty-two hour bus ride through winding mountain roads landed us in Cusco, a Peruvian town perched two miles high in the Andean sky.
Read MoreRiot police blocked our route to Plaza de Armas, and with some prying explained a protest group known as Shining Path was expected to be staging a march–thru at any moment; a Maoist guerrilla insurgent group widely condemned for it's brutality and kidnapping antics.
Read MoreIl bel far niente. The simple pleasure of doing nothing. Capri, Italy. Sans terre, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere.
Read MoreThe doorbell rang three times as I debated whether or not to answer. ‘Vieni’ was all that Daniela said as she took me by the arm and pulled me next door. ‘E il mio cumpleano oggi. Questa e mia nonna. Vieni, vieni.’ I stood there like an idiot – in absolute bewilderment.
Read MoreI turned on BBC and plugged in the hot plate; sipped some instant coffee and dug through my suitcase for a pair of worn jeans and a white tank top. I pulled on a pair of converse chucks, brushed my teeth, and checked the time. This was my 9-5.
Read MoreI don't exactly have a way with words, and first impressions are not my forte. As such, I am no stranger to customs and passport interrogations. Exiled to a front row of unoccupied chairs, I rolled out my suitcase and propped up my chucks - half expecting to be seated on a states-bound plane within the next 24 hours.
Read MoreI stepped from the main terminal of Liberia airport with a backpack, a pack of gum and the determination to make my way to Monteverde rainforest without the help of a taxi. I waited for a local bus at the curb and passed 500 Colones to the driver. He was wearing sunglasses and an unbuttoned shirt.
Read MoreDominical is for dreamers and office job dropouts. Dominical is for the people we envy, the people who aren't bothered by status quo.
Read MoreFilm footage of my 10-day trek through Costa Rica and Nicaragua with some fellow vagabonds.
Read MoreWe dropped our bags at a hostel tucked behind a barricade of steel bars and ventured out to the streets in search of food. The roads were empty and wet with rain, soldiered by locked doors and steel gates. We were legitimately intimidated, but too hungry to care.
Read MoreI passed 33,000 Colones across the counter to Alonso, who passed me a slip of paper confirming my seat aboard a van scheduled to cross the border the next morning. Nate high-fived my latest serendipitous act of stupidity, and six of us sat down to toast our bungee jump that afternoon.
Read MoreChocolate chip cookies for breakfast and two mugs of Albert Dragon's famed cafe. It was the perfect way to start a Friday.
Read MoreWhen I was in the third grade, I wrote a letter to a school pen pal in Rhode Island. She never wrote back. Rhode Island and I have been on the rocks ever since.
Read MoreThe winding mountain roads were stripped of electricity as Tio Ada barreled through the darkness. We climbed higher, Ada drove faster, and merengue music escaped into the night as I lowered my window to feel the rain.
Read MoreOne of the things I love about travel is the unexpected. The abrupt. The random. The sudden realization that your connecting flight just left the mainland U.S.A. and you weren't on it.
Read MoreI kind of love taking local buses; traveling routes that wind through real countryside and small towns at a fractioned price. Sometimes you get where you need to go, sometimes you don't. We stepped off the bus at the wrong stop and into a chaotic collision of color, people and overly enthusiastic street vendors.
Read MoreFilm footage of my one week traveling through Bangkok, Thailand (minus the 2 days spent in bed while dying of food poisoning)
Read MoreLiving and working as a General Manager in Naples, Italy with this amazing crew <3
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