Three days at the end of the world in Ushuaia
In which I venture to the end of the world, aka Ushuaia. Open for details on a quick pit stop en route to Antarctica.
In which I venture to the end of the world, aka Ushuaia. Open for details on a quick pit stop en route to Antarctica.
In which I discuss how capital evolved how we fight but not what we fight over. Open for connections between capitalism and everything we know, hate, and love.
In which I recount taking my dad to his alma mater in Greece after 52 years. Open for a chronicle of the best father-daughter trip you’ve ever seen.
In which I spill the tea on Casablanca. Open for reflections and gratitude on a mediocre trip.
In which I talk about my very own internal and more affordable egg hunt. Open for 90% of all the thoughts I’ve ever had about my ovaries.
In which I poemize my lessons from years of dating. Open for a rhyming reflection on the pursuit of love.
In which I breakdown some essentials for my travel—beyond the basics like clothes and soap. Open to take a look inside my ever-moving bag.
In which one triangle bids a sad farewell to her once complementary partner. Open for geometric innuendos and a high school throwback.
In which I talk about my trip to southern Africa (including Botswana and Zimbabwe.) Open for animals, sights, and exhilarating experiences.