In a month from now, I'll be leaving the states again. It's amazing how fast my time here has gone. When I came home in January, June seemed so far away that I felt it would never come. Now, I can't believe how much I have to do before I leave.

This move is a lot more permanent than my last...

We stuff leftover chocolate cake, brie cheese and crackers along with crispy bread and lox into a rugged rucksack. A silver canister filled with piping hot coffee joins the mix. Laser-like sun rays spill indoors through the balcony glass door warming everything in their path. I quickly slip into...

Objective

To discern essential cultural differences and between the cities of Rio de Janeiro and Istanbul, focusing on two primary points of analysis: cats and old men.

I. Cats

The majority of local street cats I happened upon in Rio were mangy, flea-ridden creatures. They prowled around the...

I spent my first night in Istanbul at the Antique Hostel in Istanbul, a much-lauded spot in the heart of Sultanahmet, the sight-seeing center of the city. I arrived there at around midnight, and was greeted at the desk by a guy wearing a button-down shirt opened halfway down the front of his...

As I stood in front of an empty check-in desk at Rio’s Galeão airport, due to the extended disappearance of the airline representative who had failed to inform me that she would be taking her dinner break sometime between asking me for my passport and handing me my boarding pass, I came...

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"It all started with four friends and one dilemma: 'what do I want to do with my life?' Fresh out of college and unsure about the career paths in...

Once a day, Brayan and I stop by Hotel Parque Central, one of the few places with wireless internet access in Havana. “Are you connected?” one man asked today as I twiddled my thumbs waiting for my inbox to open. “I’ve never been more connected,” I answered, and though we spoke to each other...

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Well, I am wearing the grime of four countries right now, accumulated from the last forty hours!  So, recap:  I did King Lear at the Bard's own house- amazing!  Then I had company (thanks Rowena!) in Camden, UK on Saturday.  For those of you who were conserned that Goth would die...

“A rut differs from a grave by its length of time” That is a Samurai saying that was told to me by a friend’s grandmother. She also told me to always take a new route home everyday and life will always look fresh. Sometimes we forget about that little garden or...