HOW DID I GET HERE?The last time I lived in LA was nearly 20 years ago, before I'd hit puberty. I've missed my home and carried it with me ever since. Christmas 2017, I moved in with my grandparents with the intention to save for an investment, whether that was for property or a commercial… Continue reading Here’s WHY I’m Living in a Van This Year
We've all seen it: people being rude to the staff, the tourists who avoid contact with locales or never even leave the hotel, and those that only patronize big franchises or tourists traps while abroad. Heck, I used to scout for the green mermaid like a Godsend before I had an international data plan, spending… Continue reading The Responsibilities of Tourists
I've lived in Miami for all of 5 minutes and it's time to evacuate. So here I am, sitting in a Tallahassee airport at 3am writing about Miami instead of enjoying it. And of course I can't think about Miami without thinking about my time in Cuba. [click the link for more]
Well after people get over the fact that I'm hardly home (but always reppin'), they ask, as a nomad, how I will ever establish a sense of stability? After a little over a year, I've encountered thousands of people, many languages, various cultures and a rainbow of different outlooks on life. Travel became my addiction… Continue reading How to Establish Stability as a Nomad
"Another round?" Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. "Guapa. You are having fun?" Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. "Yes! And I'm going dancing with you tonight!" His eyes widened as he smiled. "Bryan me invita!" I explained in my broken Spanish.
On a solo retreat, when my private grotto became a lipsync stage. Enjoying the breeze and Rihanna's Love on the Brain in Jamaica.