Cuba seemed to be positioned similarly as Americans have poured into the country in the last few years. As I was driven around the streets of Havana in their iconic vintage cars, we passed areas of construction. "A new hotel. It will be beautiful and facing the Malecon too," my driver explained. The Malecon, considered the family sofa of Old Havana, is a low bearing stone wall that separates the streets from the bay. Every night that I passed by the mile long Malecon, people gathered in large numbers, enjoying a beer, the simplicity of the stars sparkling on the water and music playing in the distance. It was prime real estate for new hotels and more tourist traps, but commercialism tends to drive local traditions away. I let out a heavy sigh, grateful that I had, at least, successfully beat McDonalds to Cuba. But, once I finally return again,
Now that the big 3-0 is almost here, Im waiting to exhale from mostly escaping the frustrating agist stereotypes of our society. I look in the mirror, still seeing my 18 year old appearance, but knowing there’s so much more underneath. I see a living testament to the mind being your most powerful God-given asset. You will become what you believe.
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
"To My Future Husband, Wherever You Are, I Know Who You Are Because God has shown me who I am. You are the only one who can handle....." [click link to continue]
"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.
I have to be because I have sought after it since I was a young girl. Before I was a woman. Before I had my first kiss. Before I left my parents home, I wanted a home of my own. I wanted to feel safe in someone's arms, to know that they were my family… Continue reading Am I Addicted to Love?
Between today and my last post, it's been 3 months! I have visited Montego Bay, Jamaica... Toronto, Canada... Condado, Puerto Rico... London, UK... and La Habana Vieja, Cuba... to name a few. I have also relocated to Chicago, IL from Dallas, TX. A lot has transpired during my hiatus. And as much as I will… Continue reading Hit Reset, Take a Break, But NEVER Quit
Long distance relationships are incredibly difficult. They happen for all kinds of reasons. You met an off duty flight attendant with kind eyes and a wicked sense of humor on vacation. You fell for a quirky girl with glasses and tattoos, in bar, who deploys for war in three months. Your significant other moves away… Continue reading Tips for Dating Someone with Wanderlust