6 degrees Celsius in Amsterdam, and I hear a song of Carlos vives playing in the background of a random bar in Utrechtsestraat. The song goes: "I'd like to go back to my hometown, through that old path...
When I first saw Buena Vista Social Club, the iconic music documentary about the 1930s-era Havana club and revitalized as a band in the late ‘90s, I immediately called my mom from college and told her I wanted to major in ethnomusicology. The film went...
When my guide first suggested we explore the Asian side of Istanbul, for some strange reason, I assumed he meant “Chinatown”. I chalked it up to one of those quirky instances of the language barrier we encounter during travel: washrooms and the loo, capsicum and...
The beggar’s hands were covered in a mixture of mud and sweat as he lifted his face and flashed me a toothless grin. My immediate reaction was to pull away but the kindness in his eyes helped me understand the harmless situation I found myself...
This last time I was in Medellín I really liked it. I was never in love with the city, but the lovely weather and the energy of the city won me over this time. It feels like there's a lot happening, young people wanting to...
This has been my method to life for the past ten years. Exactly as the title reads. Work. Resign. Travel. Repeat. It’s chaotic, volatile and unpredictable. The method is simple. Take one year off to travel for every two years dedicated to work. A year to...