At 24, I was single, young (not that I knew it), and living in the land of milk and silicone.
I chose Philadelphia for my second year specifically so I could push myself, test my mettle. In that sense, it fulfilled every expectation.
Loss is a fundamental part of traveling; people rarely tell you that.
If you stay put, you might have a happy life, you may avoid hardships. Your life very well may avoid all the road blocks and problems that come with relocation. But if you never move, you will remain an incomplete person.
It's something to accept - when I'm broke, when I'm sick, when I'm uncertain how far away from normalcy my next detour will take me - that every path leads to regrets, if I allow it to. I don't know how this one is going to turn out.
Emily and I had reached the end of our time in Spain, which included our week in La Alberca, a weekend in Barcelona, and a couple scattered days in Madrid. Monday, after our wild Sunday night in Barcelona, we had to catch an early flight back to Madrid. In the morning's haze light, the city looked … Continue reading Authentic Cuisine: Cocido Madrileñe