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On the Road: Staying Healthy While Traveling

There’s little as exciting as pulling out your suitcase and beginning to pack for a new adventure. No matter how many times I do it, I love the feeling of pulling up to the airport, baggage in tow, getting ready to explore a new city or place. It’s the wide-open sensation of possibility. Continue reading On the Road: Staying Healthy While Traveling

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PTY

I arrived in Panama at seven in the morning, right in the middle of a soccer match. Walking through the terminal, everyone was glued to their cellphones, watching the team’s progress against England – not so different from Brazil, except if you consider the fact that the stores were even open to begin with. Game day is a holiday with which I was completely unfamiliar until this past month. Continue reading PTY

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Re-visiting Vancouver

For the past three years, I’ve somehow found myself in the Vancouver area. Vancouver was never on my list of places to visit and while I stand by my opinion that these Northwestern cities are just freakily quiet, there is something special about Vancouver. It’s cool (in both senses of the word), relaxing, and scenic. I love the mountains and there’s so many beautiful places to walk around. Not to mention, I have an obsession with the Museum of Anthropology there.  Continue reading Re-visiting Vancouver

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San Juan

I used to walk past the Julia de Burgos mural on 106th street almost every day when I lived in East Harlem. I had never read anything by her before and I loved the daily, poetic reminder she gave me. While I was in Puerto Rico last week, I kept thinking of that mural and the connection between NY and Puerto Rico, two places tightly tied together by culture, love, and pride. Continue reading San Juan

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Flipping Over the Stone

Yesterday, I was walking back from the grocery store when the porteiro called me over —  a package had arrived. When I walked into his office to sign for it, there was another woman there, chit-chatting and watching the world go by. He mentioned to her that I wasn’t from Rio which, of course, led into a short conversation about where I was from and, the question I hate most, “Está gostando do Brasil?” Continue reading Flipping Over the Stone

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Sabbatical: Week 3

For better or worse, I’ve definitely found a routine now. In the mornings, I do some yoga, brew some coffee, write, and study reiki. I sound like I’m on a retreat, though I suppose I set myself up for that. I still keep waking up before 6am, but at least I feel rested after doing so. Well, 90% of the time I do.  Continue reading Sabbatical: Week 3

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Abu Dhabi

In all of my travels, I somehow managed to avoid going so far east that I never needed to stop in the United Arab Emirates. (Which is probably the opposite of what every Australian traveller has ever experienced, ever.) So, understandably, I was both intrigued and a bit nervous when I booked my flight for ICANN60, set in Abu Dhabi. Continue reading Abu Dhabi

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Coming to Paz

There are a few places that I’ve traveled to where I felt an immediate bond. The first time I went to Paris as a teenager, I remember standing on the Seine, in a very romantic and cliché manner, thinking, “I’ll be back.” And each time I’ve left Italy, I’ve kicked and whined all the way to the airport saying that I belonged there, I liked life better there, I wanted to stay. I almost did, after all. Continue reading Coming to Paz

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A Weekend in Petrópolis

Petrópolis, also known as the Imperial City, is about an hour and a half bus ride from Rio de Janeiro and is not to be confused with propolis, the throat spray, as I have a tendency to do. I also have a tendency to overreact to the prospect of sitting on a bus for over an hour, but in spite of the steady drive into the mountains, it wasn’t nearly as terrible as I expected. Continue reading A Weekend in Petrópolis