It's been awhile since I last wrote and since my last post I have visited Iceland, Palau, Scotland, England, France, Switzerland, Austria, Hungary, Croatia, Slovenia, Portugal, and the Azores Islands. I have gone swimming with sharks, experienced truffle hunting, and had a boozy tour through Europe. There are many posts forthcoming, but I am thrilled to kick off my return to the blogosphere with my Absinthe Trail tale.      It seems that absinthe has made it (back) into the zeitgeist and is everywhere from Buzzfeed to the New York Times to NPR. I have been...

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    We return to Turkey for this post. After a year away, I am feeling incredibly homesick. With all of my travels this summer to Southeast and East Asia, I cannot seem to shake Turkey fever. Merhaba (hello) is the first word that pops into my head as I walk into a coffee shop in Lhasa. I constantly need to stop myself from asking nasılsınız (how are you?) as I walk down the streets of Chiang Mai. I miss looking out at the towering Taurus Mountains from either of...

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              Making a living as a freelance writer is not always easy and I often have to take what comes my way. However, sometimes I get lucky and I end up working for an interesting company that encourages travel. Enter HelpGoAbroad.    HelpGoAbroad is a website that provides a platform linking travel programs, such as study abroad, teach abroad, volunteer abroad, and intern abroad, with people who are interested in going overseas. Websites, non-profits, schools, universities, and any other organizations that promote travel programs and...

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    Like two peas in a TCK pod, my interview with director Rahul Gandotra felt more like a conversation between old friends. He began by insisting that I detail my laundry list of homes while he then attempted (mostly in vain) to memorize every city that I have ever lived in. It was a remarkable gesture and it set the tone for the rest of the inter/sation. I did not even get a chance to glance at my prepared questions as we flowed from topic to topic. Gandotra is...

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This is the third time I have tried to complete this post. I have color coordinated the entries for easier convenience. It is now 2014 and, thankfully, I am not in the same state of mind I was when I last touched this piece. I am in a better place and I do not feel quite so despondent. I will not write about the shattering event that took place at the end of September and through mid-October, nor some of the other more personal blows that continued to rain through until early...

Due to the popularity of the Top Ten TCK Quirks, I decided to make a part 2! Enjoy:     1. Our tolerance threshold is higher than most people   Remember that time your parents took you to see Komodo dragons on a tiny island in Indonesia and you had to sleep on the floor of a concrete building with rats running over your face? Yeah, I was seven years old.    TCK childhoods: Dodging gigantic flesh eating insects since we were in diapers (gif credit Eric Linn)   Most...

Erin and I reuniting for the second time ever in Hong Kong! She fully embraced life in India, stray puppy and celebrating Holi included ;) This is a guest post by the wonderful Erin Vignali. I missed her by a year when I moved to the Philippines my senior year. We ended up meeting because she knew a family that I knew when I lived in New Delhi and, after sitting across from one another at a reunion dinner, we hit it off immediately. Enjoy!  And, if you are not already...

See how hard it is to leave beautiful Alanya?   Moving never gets any easier. Losing yet another home is hard and no amount of excitement for the next stage quite masks the hollowness you feel as you pack up the house. The feeling is always the same. The oppressive heat (I always seem to move during summers and in tropical climates), and the intermingling smell of chemicals (cleaning and paint) and slight dustiness as I disturb the softly sleeping piles of stuff that I have not touched in a...

“Don’t worry, we don’t drug test new students until three months into the school year.” This was the reassurance my new guidance counselor provided me when I moved to the International School of Manila. Dressed in a khaki uniform with a strange school’s logo emblazoned on my left shoulder, I questioned how he arrived at this judgment. Was it my nose piercing that I had gotten in Florence at the age of fourteen? If so, he was wrong. That was in honor of living in India for eight years. Was it...

In the spring of 2010, I went to the cherry blossom festival in D.C. This is a post that I have gone back to and revamped with nicer pictures and finishing touches. It is strange to go back and see how far I have come in terms of technique, Photoshop/Lightroom manipulation and even the way that I approach my blog.    The National Cherry Blossom Festival in D.C. is a yearly celebration and a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. Bring a picnic, some kites or even just a blanket...