Mexico City greeted us with warm air and the smell of a complex, burgeoning city. A smell familiar to all big cities the past 100 years, gasoline and asphalt. It’s a welcomed smell to many travelers, like a beacon signaling you’re surrounded by the energy and adventure of a major, metropolitan area. The smell is unlike the unmistakable smell of Gardenia at Burbank airport in California and Maui, which initiate relaxation and a slower pace. This damp heat here, combined with acrid air, kick starts my heart and sweetens my already heightened enthusiasm for this place. Continue Reading
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reflection
Ten years ago I went on the trip of my life. I was insistent this wasn’t going to be the case. Not only was I a young woman who had already seen the world, but no singular trip could change who I already was.
I have to say, it’s been only been recently I’ve come to admit the deep changes I’ve felt over the past ten years, brought specifically from the decision I made at 20 years old to travel to Cape Town, South Africa. My friends and family have reminded me for years that this trip was my great love. Continue Reading