A poem from my travels to Greece
The yellow, blue, and red stand Stark against white mountain caps. Colors bleed stronger than that absence of shade. It will always wave, louder and brighter than the snow surrounding. It calls us home. Originally shared here.
Outside of Quito my dad and I took the rental car on a trek through the mountains on what’s known as la ruta escondida, “the hidden route.” It’s a mountain road that passes through five villages: Atahualpa, Perucho, Chavezpamba, San José de Minas and San Antonio de Pichincha. It’s a daunting task driving on dirtContinue reading “Wanderlust: La ruta escondida, Ecuador”
I returned to Ecuador last year to see more than I did on my first visit. My dad and I still stayed in Quito with family, but this time we rented a car to take adventure into our own hands. Here’s where our tour led us this time. Once more, we drove through my dad’sContinue reading “Wanderlust: Quito, Ecuador”
This is part 2 of a mini series I’m writing for my trip to Ireland in March 2017. See the first post here. One of the three days spent in Dublin consisted of a day trip to Glendalough, famous for being featured in P.S., I Love You (which yes, we did watch on the busContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland (Glendalough)”
I haven’t done too much traveling in my nearly 26 years of living, but I’ve decided that shouldn’t deter me from using those few and sparse experiences as fodder for my writing. This is just an introduction post to let my followers/readers know what to expect from these posts. You’ll know what to look forContinue reading “Wanderlust: Introduction”