
Reflection on the Times
About a year and eight months ago, when the US presidential election was in full swing, I channeled everything I … Continue reading Reflection on the Times
About a year and eight months ago, when the US presidential election was in full swing, I channeled everything I … Continue reading Reflection on the Times
On my last morning in Quito I shared coffee with a young man from New York on the rooftop terrace … Continue reading Pivot to Gran Colombia
I am pushing a pastel, blue-tinted 1956 Chevy Plymouth through the streets of Havana. To my right I am flanked … Continue reading My Letter from Cuba
In almost a year of solo travel, I have met an array of fascinating people. Artists, intellectuals, creators, and vagabonds. … Continue reading Old Friends & New Beginnings: Onward to South America
I type this from the Pachamama hostel in Managua, Nicaragua, housed in a former safe house that the Sandinista regime occupied … Continue reading Two Days on the Little Red Dot
There are three universally known and frequently heard spoken lies on the island of Útila: “I love you” (No you … Continue reading Útila: Through the Ringer
It is my first night in Tegucigalpa and I’m at the Hyatt Place hotel. I’m staying here, but I don’t … Continue reading La Vida del Mochilero
Ten years ago I was but a skittish, anxious, and naive 14 year old. You know the type. Acne-ridden face. … Continue reading Turning the Page
If three months on the road has taught me anything, it is that there is no blueprint to walking it. … Continue reading A Wayward Duck’s Gallivanting Advice
The Balkan Peninsula. Where the western world meets the east. Where past struggles give way to a new generation of … Continue reading Italian Interlude & Balkan Rendezvous