she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
Living within a city for the better part of a decade you begin to ebb and flow with it’s vibes. Overtime it becomes as organic and essential as your own heartbeat and stride. Once my fate overseas was sealed the scenery around took on a golden glow. A city that was once draped with a […]
As news of my grand adventure plans trickled down the grapevine and through the airwaves my bucket-list began growing by the tenfold. I started recruiting for a trip out to Anza Borrego to explore the Arroyo Tapido Mud Caves. The hands on the clock were moving quite quickly and if we wanted to get to […]
I have seen beautiful things in my life. My eyes have taken in the crystal clear sea that hugged a white sand Cuban beach, my heart has pounded with the tumultuous thunder that beat on a Panamanian sky, monkeys have hugged my shoulder among the trees of a sacred forest, bioluminescence has lit up […]
I waited for February 1st, like a child waits for Christmas Day. There were six of us, scattered across the Continental U.S. that were phoning in and refreshing our pages in hopes of landing a reservation. I didn’t think it would happen, these are hard permits to obtain but then it did. At 8:07 the […]
This dream had long existed within my own imagination. It took to fruition in college in the form of whispers between friends. Whispers matured into a fantasy of living in Italy for a year learning Italian, soaking myself in their history and eating my way through Florence, wine in hand. These dreams were abruptly wiped […]
a wanderess tale 