My heart is my home in Indonesia

My heart is my home in Indonesia

At this very moment, I work the ‘front office’ at a hotel made solely with old authentic teak, a destination you may not be aware on a crater-like mountain range in Indonesia. In other words, I am a receptionist at a hotel but I always like to say “going to the office now” to my … Continued

Surfing Lessons in Costa Rica

Surfing Lessons in Costa Rica A few years back, I vowed to learn to surf before turning 50. Then in a blink of an eye, there was only 6 months left to make good on my promise. ‘One day’ phrases start to sound sad instead of inspired if not acted on. At almost 50, ‘one day … Continued

Reinventing Happiness

It’s 7 a.m. and the metal bus outside my house rumbles to life. Drenched to the bone with sweet, sticky sweat, stiff and nervous, I arrived in a little Nicaraguan village called La Ceiba. I mulled the words over in my mouth like a smooth caramel, “La…Ceiba. La Ceiba.” The sting of diesel, the unsullied … Continued

The Rising Sands in Oman

A wall of sand fills the windscreen, rising higher than my neck can crane and blurring into the heat-hazed horizon on either side. I swallow the grit sticking in my throat and give a pathetic cough. I don’t want to do this. I’ve said it several times but no one seems to be listening. My … Continued

Lost On The Right Path to home in the USA

I’ve always dreamt of traveling; whether it was backpacking through Europe, driving cross-country…anything really. But the rational, responsible side of me always stood in the way. First, I had to get through college, then it was law school, next I had to get a job, then build a career, etc. As my 30’s approached, things … Continued

No place like home in New Zealand

Surfing the sparkling waters off the far North Coast of Australia, or getting lost amongst the colourful wares of vendor boats floating on the murky waters of the Mekong in Thailand. Perhaps it is the glorious smells of the spring time air and the march flowing Orchids of Godavari in Nepal that makes you feel like … Continued

The Early Hours in the USA

I couldn’t sleep. Jetlag was my new best friend and no matter how many sheep I managed to count, he wouldn’t let me go. So I indulged him. I asked him what he wanted to do and he told me he wanted to see the city. He wanted to see Washington D.C. at three in … Continued

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