Cereal on El Chepe
Unlike having my hair wind-tousled, riding El Chepe (the last passenger train in Mexico) through the Copper Canyon was absolutely the stuff
Stopping to Savor // Spring Break Pt. I
The exquisite meal invited such attention that other things kind of fell into the background. Savoring demanded attention more than time did
Sliding Down Volcanoes, and Crying My Way Up
In sixth grade, I decided that I wanted to play tennis. I have never been athletically inclined, and my preteen years were no exception....
Recrossed Paths, or How 18 Pesos Can Open a Heart
A few months ago, before Christmas break, I woke up early on a Tuesday. I showered, made breakfast, and waited. My ride hadn't gotten...
Butterfly Skies and the Moments In Between
Photo credit: Marielle PG This past month has been filled with all sorts of moments. To those of you who read my blog regularly and know...
Things Forgotten
In elementary school, I was the kind of kid that would open a new textbook and flip all the way to the end. I wanted to start off the...
When Minimalism Isn't Enough
"I have one bowl." — Ron Swanson I have been very attracted to the idea of minimalism for a while now: the whole, live in a tiny house,...
Magic Towns, Enchanted Moments
"Beauty stirs us from our habitual forgetfulness of the wonder of being" — My notes from David Bentley Hart's speech, "Beauty, the First...
Adventures in Taxi Taking
I have always been a rule follower. At age three, I gave my mom a strong talking-to when she reached for her bottle of water in the car....
Guanajuato and the Art of Unlearning
"The water gleamed, the sky burned with gold, but all was rich and dim, and his eyes fed upon it undazzled and unaching. The very names...
