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”
The next stop on my tour of Ireland from 2017 was my favorite part of the whole trip: The Cliffs of Moher. So much so, I even wrote a poem about it. This was an absolutely breathtaking sight. Though it was cold and rainy as it had been the entire trip, I wouldn’t have hadContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland, Cliffs of Moher”
The next stop on my tour of Ireland back in March 2017 was the town of Killarney. This was somewhere between a small town and a big city, so, suburb. Strolling through the square at night with my new friends felt like I’d been doing that my whole life. In the morning, our tour directorContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland (Killarney & Ring of Kerry)”
Read my poem about the joys of travel friendships
The next stop from my trip to Ireland over a year ago was the famous Blarney Castle. No one warned me that kissing the Blarney Stone required some gymnastics. I wasn’t expecting to be held as I bent backwards into a space between walls with no net to catch me if I slipped through. SoContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland (Blarney Castle)”
Over a year and a half ago I finally got to visit Ireland, a country I’d been dying to see for as long as I can remember. There’s always been something about the Emerald Isles that called out to me. Maybe it was the myths and folklore. Maybe it was the haunting Celtic music. MaybeContinue reading “Wanderlust: Ireland (Dublin)”