I’ve become obsessed with learning Spanish recently. This is partly due to the fact that my last three trips have been to Spanish speaking countries (Colombia, Mexico and the US territory of Puerto Rico) and partly due to my job. I work in the International terminal at the airport, so least once per day I… Read More Why I Want to Learn Spanish
3 – Number of hours I spent in the car (driving to and from the airport) 17.5 – Number of hours I spent in various airplanes 7 – Number of hours I spent waiting for my flight (in three different airports) 27.5 – Number of total hours I spent in transit 48 – Number of… Read More 48 Hours in Puerto Rico
Vintage Flight Attendant Uniform by Pradagirl When I was little, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer at Sea World. I also wanted to be a stunt woman, a professional ice cream taster, a circus clown and during a six-year stretch in Elementary school, I wanted to act in the sitcom Full House (OMG, I… Read More Wanted: Glamorous Travel Job
My dad and I at a Cinevegas party at the Palms The Bad Idea that was my move to Vegas wasn’t entirely a waste of time because I got to attend the film festival Cinevegas (think Sundance, only smaller). And it was fun to pretend for a weekend that I was rich and famous. My… Read More Bowling in a Hotel Room in Vegas!
I moved to Las Vegas last week. And I lived there a total of six days before I concluded that perhaps moving to Vegas sans car, job or apartment probably wasn’t the wisest of decisions. I’m now a little broker, a little wiser and back to sleeping on my parents sofa bed in California. I… Read More Waking up in Vegas
“Trust your hunches. They’re usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.” – Dr. Joyce Brothers I’m moving tomorrow. Well, I don’t know if you’d consider what I’m doing to be ‘moving’ exactly. I’ll be packing up my mom’s car and driving to a new city with every intention of living there…But… Read More Trust Your Instincts
The Ocean has always been such a lifeline for me. Whenever I’m upset, an hour of listening to the yawn of the waves and inhaling the smell of sun-baked seaweed is all I need to feel rejuvenated; healed. It’s like the foamy waves are the white-gloved fingertips of a nurse washing away my hurt; tucking… Read More Healing at a Hippie Commune
I’m usually not the type of person to pay 10 dollars for advice from someone who claims to see the future in a few fine wrinkles on my palm. But maybe it was because I was once again jobless, homeless and directionless and wanted some answers so badly that I was willing to suspend my… Read More The Palm Reader
My week in Hong Kong was spent shopping and eating in street markets in Kowloon. That probably explains why I came home with a suitcase full of knockoff designer handbags and sneakers, multiple pairs of plastic ‘made in Hong Kong’ three dollar heels and…food poisoning. I won’t bore you with photos of skyscrapers, butterflies and… Read More Hong Kong, You’re Hilarious
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