Tag Archives: backpacking

Dharamshala Lingers

If we missed this bus, there was no way we could make it back to Delhi in time. We were eighteen, with shining eyes and large backpacks falling off our shoulders. Limbs flailing, we scurried across a wide, grey road lined with pine trees standing tall against the clear blue...

Letters to Strangers

To the guy on the bus: Lucky that we didn’t linger at the train station any longer than we did, otherwise we would have never made it to the bus stop on time. The bus had been waiting to fill its last two seats, and thankfully we caught it just...

Hidden Hardships: How Social Media Hides the Truth

Lying on the hard floor of Ciampino Airport in Rome, wearing leggings, a maxi skirt, three shirts, a sweatshirt, and an eye mask, I couldn’t fathom how I ended up in this situation. I rolled over on the rigid ground to see Allie wearing two shirts over two maxi dresses,...

Huanchaco Addicts

The air in Huanchaco was hot and heavy and the beach was flooded by women lounging in skimpy bikinis and shirtless men running up and down. Families tidied up on pretty square blankets holding down the sand frontier between water and the lazy little town nearby. Surfers swarmed the waves...