Essays about the messiness of life.
When we travel, we learn. Pieces in this category are reflections on experiences during my travels both near and far.
“There’s a current to people’s lives that I like to swim in. Standing before the ocean and noting its beauty is an essential part of traveling. But to get a true feel for the essence of a place, you need to get your feet wet.”
– Excerpt from When in Morocco…
“There!” I pointed in the distance where spouts of mist shot up from the ocean. Squinting, I focused my untrained eyes on the top of the water where the telltale blows blended with the snow of the mountains beyond. Two more puffs— tall and wispy. I looked to our guides to confirm. Humpbacks. I watched…
I handed over my passport and ticket. Glancing at my information, the woman behind the desk giggled. “Do you know what your name means in Portugese?” she asked. “No, which part?” “Your last name. It’s a little funny given the circumstances…” The circumstances were that my flight from Faro to Lisbon had been delayed, resulting…
This piece was published in Wanderlust Travel Journal. I stood before the woman, utterly exposed, as she dumped hot water over my head. And by utterly exposed, I mean naked. Well, I was wearing a see-through, paper thong that hid absolutely nothing. So I suppose if you count that as clothing, I wasn’t completely naked….
This piece was published in ForbiddenPeakPress. We stood on a bridge overlooking the Seine. He handed me the book he’d been reading— the one he’d been planning on leaving on a café table for someone to stumble upon. We’d stumbled upon each other instead. I insisted he write something in it. He was hesitant, unsure,…