“So I’m back to the velvet underground. Back to the floor that I love.” For whatever reason, Fleetwood Mac’s Gypsy has emerged as my theme song for my return to traveling. But this time…
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So I’m back in the USA… but I’m not ready to delve into all that just yet. Right now I’m listening to this song on repeat and scouring through the notes on my iPhone…
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Colombia hasn’t been a cakewalk. It’s brought up some issues for me that are dark and deep-seated. Maybe even some stuff that drove me to travel. But that’s TBD. I don’t think it necessarily has to…
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Years ago I’d made playlists for both of my parents, each with different music that reminded me of them. During dinner on our last night together in Costa Rica, Dad put on his “Dad…
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Pretty representative of lazy days swinging in my hammock, floating down the Mekong in a tube and watching the sunset on Don Det.…
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With very few exceptions, I start my writing process that same way. After months on the road and a fairly strict schedule for keeping up with my posts I’ve had to find a routine…
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The monotone, sing-song of a monk reading rang through the early morning darkness. A crowd of people spoke in hushed tones, pacing this way and that atop the temple, looking for the prime photo-taking…
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Yesterday a little piece of my hometown/childhood found me in Pai, Thailand. Pai has a reputation as a great place for music. From amatures to professionals, you can find people picking away at the…
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My new favorite scootin’ tune!…