I have visited World War II memorials in Europe and walked in the footsteps of the ghosts of Auschwitz. I've seen the unbearable sadness and equally unbearable acknowledgement of responsibility for past actions. This, however, was different. This was me, my people, and my nation.
Last time I made a video, it took me a good seven months to finish and publish it. This one took a year and some change (pun kinda intended) to make it out of my jump drive.
I don’t know if I consciously expected to find pilgrims with backpacks on trains or in late-night discussions in the hostels, but whatever I expected, I was disappointed. I’ve written about my loneliness while traveling, and it took regaining some spiritual community to realize that the loneliness was in some ways spiritual isolation.
In honor of International Women's Day, I'm going to write about a topic I haven't written about in the past because I feel like other blogs have covered traveling as a woman better than I ever could. However, I've finally thought about it enough that I think I have something to add to the conversation.… Continue reading What It’s Like to Travel Alone as a Woman
Even though I don't yet have a cabinet to put them in, I've already started my collection. I have a beautiful clay-colored mug with blue and green swirly paint flowers that my mom bought at an art fair. I have a huge deep blue mug that says "Catholic Charities" from my internship last summer. I have one with a German Christmas market painted on it from a glühwein stand that I picked up when I was traveling through Europe.
I'm writing this on December 9, 2015, but I won't set it to post until after Christmas for the purpose of secret-keeping. You see, here's the deal. I'm going home early to surprise my loved ones for Christmas. I originally booked my return ticket for as late a date as I could and still actively participate… Continue reading I’ll Be Home for Christmas (And Not Only in My Dreams)
Conozco poco, pero tan poco, de Latinoamérica. Hay tanto para explorar--desiertos, selvas, ruina, ciudades, glaciares, culturas distintas... No es mi patria, ni la de mis padres. No me llama a la sangre, me llama a la imaginación.