Category Archives: Travel

We were hurtling down the Grand Canal to the Westin Europa & Regina hotel in a water taxi with its small flag of Italy whipping in the wind. I wondered if the driver can go any faster because it’s well past noon, lunch was awaiting, and travel has a way of stirring up my appetite. As we breezed…

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I was crouched next to a vine bush with orange shears in one hand and a bunch of green grapes in the other. My blue tray still looked fairly empty considering I’ve been working this row for 20 minutes while my friends, Giulia and Teresa, who have been much more diligent than I, have already…

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As someone who only takes a carry on luggage when traveling I have to be extremely selective with the liquids I pack. It used to be a tough decision since I have drawers full of travel sized beauty products (a lot of my time used to be spent at Sephora’s) to choose from until I realized what…

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Don’t tell my New York friends this but I never understood the allure of their city while I was living in Boston. Maybe it’s out of sheer blind loyalty to my sports teams or it’s just too close to Boston for me to fuss over or because of this one bad trip I had 10+…

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This is the post I’ve been meaning to write over the last two years but kept putting it off. Theoretically writing about myself should be the easy part and yet it’s the part that feels the least natural.  How much of me should I put out there? What if it’s too much/too little/boring or comes off as…

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I am clutching onto my orange life vest as we cruise through every choppy wave of the East Vietnam Sea on our hotel’s boat transfer.  As the small speedboat carries us out further away from Nha Trang and closer to the hotel I am once again making false promises to myself, this time I’ll really learn how to swim when…

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I am always short on time whenever I’m visiting home in Boston.  Despite having just spent three weeks visiting family and friends I barely had time to venture off and reacquaint myself with some of my favorite parts of the city.  Luckily, I managed to make it out to Beacon Hill, where I used to live and…

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