A little bit about myself. As soon as someone says this, the most likely next sentence is.. 'I grew up in..' or 'I was born in..', and I wonder a lot of times, why? Why do we start our story, our identity from where we were began? Are we trying to reassure ourselves of how FAR we have come and that makes us proud? Or we are trying to show off how lucky we were to be born in a certain city, country, state, or a household? If someone tells you a story of how they are a social a

strangers - are they? A cab driver winks - “tour Eiffel. ”Like that’s all there is. Maybe sometimes it is. Crowds. Kisses. Chaos. Scammers. Love and performance blending into one. By the river - people waving, drinking, existing. Kids screaming “hi” to strangers like the world is still safe and simple. And strangers… replying. That's what I remember from my trip. All the little encounters with the most wonderful gems of humans. Just sharing some random little stories that I w

I was so thrilled to plan my European summer, all because of the Amalfi coast. It was the answer to the question - 'Are you a beach or a...

Watching the series 'The Reluctant Traveler' acted as a catalyst for me to sit on laptop and finish up my Italy blog. There is something...

Welcome to my life. I am writing my first blog, sitting under the fairy lights in a cafe, surrounded by people with their dogs or laptops...