I write this as I’m sitting at the Sakura Lounge in Haneda Airport, waiting for our flight to Korea, our next destination. I feel depressed, and I’ve been trying to find ways to spend more extended time in Tokyo in the future. For years, Japan was on the top of my list of places to visit, and after finally making it over, I can confidently say it exceeded all of my expectations.
I have no known connection to Scotland. For all I know, my ancestry goes back to when the first humans arrived in the land that is now mainland China and settled there until 1990 when my mother boarded a plane and arrived in La Guardia, Queens in New York City with two suitcases and $300 in her pocket. My Company, on the other hand, has traced part of his lineage back to the Mackenzie clan of the western Scottish highlands. Steeped in mystery with emerald green mountains, navy oceans and lochs with an unsettling fog that moves through the land during early mornings, Scotland would be the next destination in our exploration. Continue reading “Where the Wild Things Are: Scottish Highlands and Edinburgh Fringe”
I’m shifting gears this week and instead of writing about travel learnings, personal musings and stories, I’m focusing on a hobby: running. If you had just asked me a week ago, I’d deny running was a hobby of mine. Hobbies are something you like, not something you dread. Hobbies bring you joy and value, not pain and discomfort. In short, until last night, I had hated it. Continue reading “Re-Discovering Running: A Former Couch Potato’s Resolution”
Of all the Andalusian cities I have visited (Sevilla, Cadiz, Cordoba, Malaga), it was Granada that stole my heart. If Sevilla were magical, then Granada gave me the fairy tale. Sitting underneath the shadow of the Alhambra and the Sierra Nevada (“snowfall mountains”) with its steep, labyrinth streets of the Islamic neighborhood Albaycin, now a UNESCO site, filled with tall white buildings and orange roofs, merging with the caves of the Spanish gypsies (or Gitanos/Romani), Granada was a crossroads of time, culture, taste and smells. Continue reading “Granada, A Sierra Fairtale”
Is there something you’ve always been afraid of that you wish you weren’t? Some childhood irrational fear that you try, secretly, to overcome hoping that no one finds out?