It was six a.m. in Venice Italy and I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my two flat mates snoring and cozy in their beds and knew I couldn’t sit here all morning cocooned in my nice warm bed, waiting for these silly hungover girls to wake up. It was time to hit the streets of …
In Kammanahalli the dirty mud covered streets are lined but that’s just a guide line for the millions of rickshaw drivers and Uber drivers who frantically scurry about in their vehicles. There is not a Christmas tree in sight. This is late December in Bangalore, India. The millions of motorbikes invade the city like ants who …
I live 63 miles from the beach. That is not just 63 regular miles; that’s 63 miles in Los Angeles traffic so that means I am at least an hour and a half from my closest beach on a good day. There are not a lot of days that I can wake up and …
Goodbye butter chicken! Hello hot streamed buns! Today our one week long pit stop in Hong Kong on the way home to California began! At noon today we began to eat our way through the insanely crowded streets of Hong Kong. Keep in mind we had just left the exceptionally crowded cow shit filled streets …
The day before we left for our India vacation my boyfriend told me, don’t bring nice clothes to India because the dhobi will destroy them. How the hell is the dhobi going to destroy my clothes? I pondered as I packed. I did a little Wikipedia research the day before we left, which might have done …