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Continue reading →: The Art of Being Perpetually Clueless: A Week in MalaysiaMy first week in Asia has been a welcome shift–new continent, new culture, new rhythm. I started out in Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia which, like Türkiye, is a majority Muslim country. Malaysia is a real blend of Malay, Indian, and Chinese cultures that is most evident (to me) in the…
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Continue reading →: Six Weeks In: A Shift on the Dalmatian CoastAh, Croatia. Yes, it is as beautiful as they say. It was a short 2-hour bus ride from Ljubljana, Slovenia to the capital city of Zagreb. Strangely, I was not asked to show my passport as I traveled from Slovenia into Croatia. I walked from the bus stop to the…
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Continue reading →: A Soft Landing in SloveniaAfter all of this city living, Ljubljana, Slovenia was like a breath of fresh mountain air. Unfortunately for me, it was hard to smell, since five weeks of travel and congregate housing caught up with me and I came down with a head cold. I started my first day with…
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Continue reading →: The City Between Continents: A Week in IstanbulI didn’t know what to expect from Istanbul, and to be honest, I was a bit intimidated going there by myself. My first impression was that it is visually stunning. It is a feast for the eyes, with colorful displays of spices and textiles and Turkish delight everywhere you look.…
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Continue reading →: One Month In: Finding My Rhythm in GreeceIt’s an odd feeling, watching my home country grind to a halt while I’m on an extended travel timeline. Back in New York, when I would read about the takeover and potential collapse of our beloved democracy, it felt unimaginable. But as I travel through Europe, where there are constant…
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Continue reading →: A Camino of my OwnI spent three peaceful and quiet nights in Santiago de Compostela, the place where all the various routes of the Camino de Santiago come together at the Cathedral de Santiago de Compostela, where pilgrims can get their official certificate of completion. I arrived in the early afternoon, dropped my bags…
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Continue reading →: Standing on the Edge: Learning to Trust MyselfThe first cliff jump was easy. I had already done a jump just like it, in Puerto Rico last spring. I held my nose and stepped forward, falling into the teal waters below. I swam back and did it again. I was happy to have a wetsuit on, having been…









