Caribbean

  • A window of opportunity opened last year, and through it I had the chance to travel to Cuba with my family, on a journey to trace my father’s heritage. He and his family fled during the revolution, each child with a 100 dollar bill in his shoe, since Castro’s government wouldn’t allow them to bring...

  • The first thing I distinctly remember was the stifling temperature and humidity. Although it was summer back in Pennsylvania, I didn’t have the slightest idea of the meaning of “heat” until I stepped out of Queen Beatrix National Airport. The warmth rattled through my body, and I immediately wanted...

  • Aruba, home to Dutch chocolate and clear water, was proving hot, brown and spurious as my family of nine bounced across the desert in a rustic van frantically searching the unforgiving landscape for any sign of life. The sun was falling without magnanimity, taking our precious natural search-light...

  •      The rays of the Caribbean sun first greeted my family as we stepped off the plane. I looked around at the mountains surrounding the airport’s runway, as I climbed down the shaky, metal staircase. We found our way to the inside of the airport that sounded of school children playing steel drums...

  • The world is a marvelous place, home to many cultures, beautiful scenery, and many undiscovered beauties. Since I was a child, I dreamt of traveling this beautiful blue marble, called Earth. I had no enthusiasm looking at brochures of people in exotic countries that were exploring the swimming pool...

  • In the summer of 2016, my family rented a charming townhouse by the beach, packed our bags and took on what would be one of the most eye-opening experiences we’ve ever had. Ideally, being in Punta Cana sounded very opulent, when in reality, it was everything but. From little details, such as having...

  • It was not the dream trip we thought we had planned. Even still in the plane to St. Croix, USVI, I had expected to see expanses of lush green palm trees gently swaying in the salty island breeze, buildings bursting with tropical colors, maybe even locals to greet us with complimentary island gifts...

  • A week. That’s all I had: a week to experience a new culture, a new world, a new perspective. I assumed that the geography, culture, and people of other countries would be wildly different. What else was I to think? My perspective of life was confined to the boundaries of my red, white, and blue...

  • I can still see myself standing in the middle of the Budget parking lot, basking in the scent of rental cars, trying to imprint the moment in my memory for the rest of my life. My mom had just returned the car when the shuttle came to take my family and me to the Norwegian Cruise Line’s newest...

  • I have never walked through Roman Catacombs, gazed from above Niagara Falls, or even seen the Grand Canyon.  I cannot tell stories of how I trekked the Amazon, share how I navigated Tokyo, or preach on the beauty of Yellowstone.  Those destinations tend to create unreachable expectations.  In my...

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