Adios California. Hola Peru!
Here’s what hours of alone time behind the wheel will get you: magic! (You’re welcome.)
What do people do in the desert? Nothing! At least, if you’re us two. (And by “nothing” I really mean “everything”.)
Yes, I know this is an “Asia” blog. Yes, I know Peru is not in Asia. Forget all that – we’re going to Peru! (Surprise!)
Without revealing at whose house this happened, here’s my tale of enduring someone I hope to never become.
First time for everything: Of all the people I’ve met on airplanes and exchanged information with, Kirk is the only one I’ve ever seen later on.
Don’t be fooled by their silky pelt and big, innocent eyes. Given the chance, these adorable pups will rip the flesh straight from your bone!
Telluride was a whirlwind of snowfall, new friends, and a dog like I’ve never seen.
Minding my own business, nice and sore following my first day of snowboarding here in Telluride, I open my laptop to my new LIEBSTER award. Yay!
Eleven days in Austin flew past. Here are the snippets and highlights.
Not a whole lot to say lately, but here’s a little bit.
The relationship between local Vietnamese here and Viet Kieu in the US is nuanced, complicated and something I’ll only vaguely know as an outsider. But I know enough to know that I maybe shouldn’t wear this shirt in the US.
Maybe I’m a magnet for people who think Hong Kong is part of Japan; I sure have run into enough of them. Here’s my own theory of the strange misconception.
Part 3 of 3 in my “week in the life”. Read how I kidnapped a Swedish national and took him to Hong Kong to meet Jessica and Chip! (Yes, Chip returns!)
Part 2 of 3 of my “week in the life” article. (I just found out it won’t be posted until May 20!) **Lots of pics!!**
Part 1 of 3 in my photo-heavy version of the “week in the life” article I finally finished.
After 2+ months of research, here are my 6 theories on why Vietnam visitors are so polarized.
The deer, the wolf, the tiger and the owl: A local’s honest thoughts on Western expats here in HCMC, Vietnam.
Sophie swooped in on her motorbike and picked me up from work. A friend of mine called us “Hello Kitty’s Angels” because of my shirt.
When we Americans hear “Vietnam” we think “the War”. This does not happen the other way around.