Teaching and traveling, one cocktail at a time
I always saw pictures of Westerners in Thailand at temples with their hands folded--what to me seemed like a hokey pose that didn't seem particularly respectful. That is, until I found myself there getting suckered into the very same things.
Finally, we're here: the night we've all been waiting for! The night where a fratty Australian singing in a bar tells me he loves me in Polish.
The first night of a solo road trip is when it hits you: oh yeah, you're doing this alone. But that's ok.
You can count on me.
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.
Last October, a journalist in Malta was killed by car bomb. Last December, I went to Malta and took too many selfies. Oh, and did you hear about this election?
I distinctly remember connecting to this line in The Great Gatsby, but it's really just an excuse for the basic af fall photos. Don't worry, no pumpkin spice lattes.
