On The Rent

Sometime everything changes . . .

Like May 5th, 2013 when my friend sublet my room and I started traveling. ¬†That was the last time I paid rent and since everything changed. I have been open to what the universe throws my way. It has been one continuous string of present moments. Allowing me to grow into who I am now. That’s the great thing about traveling. It allows for the unfolding of that which is supposed to happen, indifferent to plan or prejudice.¬† Continue reading

The Unknown City

When you look at this picture,

do you know where it is? Can you guess? Those are clearly the hills of Tuscany tucking in a timid town not far from the Mediterranean. Or, it’s a secret city, gem of the South American Country side, El Dorado. Would you believe me if I said this place no longer existed because it has been destroyed in the heart of the long-embroiled Middle East?

I arrived at night. It was colder then I expected as I hauled my pack out of the taxi and helped my friends with theirs. We didn’t know where the hostel was so we started walking. The only logical thing to do when you’re lost. Continue reading