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Wynwood Art District, Miami: Photo Guide

I wanted to escape into these walls, to be transported to an alternate universe spray-painted in vivid hues of exploding color. I could look to the scenes in front of me, behind me, or even to the cement sidewalks I walked along. Art was everywhere. The Wynwood Art District illustrates...

Maybe I Missed The Hummus

Maybe I missed the country itself, the land of my ancestors. A place where religions collide and interact, where people fight wars with one another and find peace with one another, a place of hate and a place of much more love. I missed the way thousands of years of...

Your Trip to a Famous Party Hostel

When you walk into Carpe Noctem the first thing you’ll be handed is a beer. Much like the hostel itself, it will probably be something with a vaguely local veneer and not a whole lot to offer without the alcohol—maybe Arany Ászok or Kőbányai Sör – though you’ll be assured...

The Ultimate Community

“Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six”—I looked to my dump, the player to turn to for support. The language was different, but the game was still the same. I flicked it back to him, and he then hucked it up the field where someone caught it in the end zone....

Umbrellas, Tea, and Philosophy

Men, women, and children formed a colorful array of gonchas and chubas. Everyone gleamed radiant in this traditional attire—elaborate waistcoats spun from richly colored Tibetan wool and embellished with bright Himalayan weaves and textiles. We were in Choglamsar, a small town that is home to many Tibetan refugees, only eight...

The Necessity of Strait Talk

One of the Strait Talk delegates put it this way: Imagine you’re on a date with a girl. While you’re eating, you notice that she has something on her face. Do you tell her on the spot? Perhaps you hesitate out of politeness. After all, you don’t want to embarrass...



Discovering Catalonia’s Barcelona

La Fira is crowded with hot, sweaty Catalan bodies, dancing effortlessly to the Spanish music. He takes my hand in his, presses his other hand on my back, and pulls me closer. I didn’t know his name, but he was attractive and Catalan and he could dance, and for now,...

Rethinking Chinese and American Education

Over the seven months I spent in China, one of the most frequent questions people asked me was this: What’s the educational system like in the US? Often, the unspoken assumption behind this question was that whatever it was like, it must be better than China’s. This attitude seemed to...