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  • 33529_729348901849_5810497_40194267_3072838_nmeadows_1

    Bare feet pound on the hardwood floor; dark silhouettes move across the warm yellows and oranges aglow from overhead chandeliers; rhythmic tones echo across the tall walls of the abandoned church from fiddles and guitars. Bodies sway, dance and spin; hearts pound, sweat drips, and my eyes lock...

  • TRS

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  • SDC12526_2

    I still remember the day I arrived to Shanghai: the painful 14 hour flight from Chicago to Shanghai, and the invisible curtain of humidity that hit me immediately when I stepped out of the airport. But even before that, I remember the tests, the essay, and the interview that got me here on the...

  • Screen shot 2011-07-12 at 6

    A question I am often asked is what  would I like to do with my life. The answer is not so simple, it is impossible for just one thing to sum up all my aspirations. I want to see the world, speak multiple languages, meet amazing people, and most of all help others. This all began with my...

  • DSCF2331

    When I was five years old, my family moved from Germany to Missouri. Between biannual summer trips to Germany, we made it our goal to visit all regions of the United States. We had visited the deserts of the Southwest, the Rocky Mountains of the West, and the rainy coast of the Northwest, and had...

  • 5452_1032531073264_1318488_n

    After landing from a 20-hour flight I was tired and grumpy. Jet lag was weighing down everyone in my family as we crossed customs and collected our luggage. As we drove through the modern city of Singapore to our hotel, I took a glance out the window and saw the Singapore flyer, soaring over our...

  • LeoMakowski

     I sit in St. Marco's square, at Café Quadri, and marvel at the tall milk glass.  I pick it up to pour it into my coffee and the beads of condensation on the outside of the glass wet my hand.  A waiter comes by and offers me a water pitcher.  I thank him for doing so.  I taste the bitter coffee...

    Tags: Europe
  • sf

    Urban Love The wind felt like a turbo fan against my face, and my hair was blowing in all directions. From the front of the boat I could see all of San Francisco's Fisherman's Wharf and the ruler straight lines going up the hills that formed the mesmerizing city of San Francisco. The Blue Gold...

  • IMG_1210

    Flying down the 485 freeway through the suburbs of Charlotte, North Carolina, you might easily miss the exit marking my hometown. But if your a spirited adventurer keen on understanding the the patterns of southern charmed America, you’d better scan out the kudzu-dominated freeway ramp and take...

  • Zi6_0126

    The boat pulled away from the dock as the hot sun beats down and sizzled our pale faces. As the craft accelerated down the Ohio the air cooled and balanced out the heat of the sun. My family and I had just left a little town on the Ohio River known as Derby. As the boat leaped over waves from a...

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