One last thing.

Hello again, beautiful readers.  With the anniversary of my first international flight and the nostalgia that the new year inevitably creates, India and all things 2018 have been on my mind lately.  For the past month I’ve had nightmares about losing my bag or going bald from a mosquito bite.  I’ve also had beautiful dreams …

“Home.”

Earlier this year I told a friend that I love saying goodbye - that there's something poetic and beautiful about allowing a part of your life to end as a new chapter begins.  He told me I was crazy to think that.  But I guess naïveté is the after-hours lover to romanticism.  Sure, it sounds …

Let’s Talk About Food, Baby…

Who here loves food?  Raise your hands.   I don't know about you, but I've got both paws raised to the roof right now.  If there's one way to my heart, it is absolutely, without a doubt, through food.  Whether it's a meal home cooked with love, take-out from the local pad thai place or dining …

The French Quarters and the Cult.

Okay, that title sounds a bit ominous.  Honestly, it wasn't that creepy or strange.  It was actually a really cool, interesting experience.  Over the past weekend my friend and I chose to explore the town of Pondicherry, a city in the Union territory of Puducherry.  The history is rather long and complicated, but essentially this …

Down the Rabbit Hole.

After leaving Hampi, we almost immediately flew to Goa to celebrate spring break like your typical spring beakers- lounging on the beach with every intention to spend the next five days completely trashed and happily sunburnt.  At least, that was the plan until half of us developed food poisoning on our flight to Goa - …

Don’t worry, be Hampi.

You know that feeling when you're in a less than sanitary situation and your better judgement is telling you to check under the toilet seat before sitting down? In that situation do you A.) check the seat just to calm your anxiety or B.) convince yourself that you're just being silly and there's obviously nothing …

I am: a Feminist.

Recently, I had the unique and amazing opportunity to volunteer with a group of women who are raising money to provide sanitary napkins for Indian women who cannot afford them.  We sought to provide pads for women who are forced to resort to using dirty and overused rags rather than clean hygienic pads. While working …

Life is life is life is life.

I was absolutely terrified to come to India.  I would stay awake until 2 in the morning reading travel blogs and local news articles and inwardly (and outwardly) freak out.  I asked everyone I could for advice.  Hell, I even wrote my senior term paper on the psychological foundation of culture shock because I was …

Holi-daze

Red flies through the air.  Bombs miss their targets and explode on the ground.  Guns coat the enemy in a pink stain.  A handful of ammo slaps the face of an adversary.  Powder chokes the nose, rolls down the throat and invades your eyes.  Colors dance their way across the field and the entire world …

A casual morning in the life.

It's 2 a.m. and the local dog pack has been barking threats at the neighboring pack for hours now.  Just as they quite down, a car drives by and is, of course, a threat that must be neutralized.  In the blink of an eye, eight vicious hounds are off chasing and barking after the innocent …