Tak (Thank You) 

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Tak (Thank You) 

The farmhouses that line the freeway are hidden by tall tree tops. A natural fence; to reduce the sound of traffic and the inevitable prying eyes of the passers-by. This three plus hour drive from the city of Viborg (where my friend lives) and the largest city of Copenhagen is filled to the brim with hilarious exchanges. Two complimentary souls to mine own, who I had the pleasure of acquainting during my adventures through New Zealand last winter, have agreed to reunite on Denmark soil. We’re more than halfway there when our host pulls off the highway and into the parking lot of a McDonald’s.… Continue reading

Doei (Duy)

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Doei (Duy)

My host rounds the corner of the international bus terminal parking lot in her vintage, white Range Rover, blaring the horn as she comes to a complete stop at my feet. ‘Twas seven months prior we bonded over long bus rides, salt & vinegar chips, and failing relationships through the north and south islands of New Zealand. My stopover in Brussels practically cementing our inevitable reunion – considering the short distance between the two cities. All too enchanted to make my return to the land of steep staircases and beauty by body enhancements, we make two stops before we secure a parking spot in her neighborhood, the grocery store and the local coffee shop.… Continue reading

My Truth; Traveling While Grieving

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My Truth; Traveling While Grieving

I’m paralyzed; cemented to the floor where I stand. The familiarity of the chords strung on his guitar strikes my soul, slashing it to shreds before he even begins to sing. The acoustics of the prayer hall exasperate me and fleeing is impossible. Flashbacks of holding your hand, heads bowed in praise. ‘Twas our Sunday ritual, attending church followed by brunch.  The wood of the pew my hands clutch for balance vibrates upwards starting in the palm of my hands then up my arms to my chest. My heart feels like it’s going to explode from the memories this song of worship brings.

“Holy Spirit you are welcomed here. Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere. Your glory God is what our hearts long for. And to be overcome by your presence Lord.”Continue reading

Breaking Bad…Behavior (Brussels)

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Breaking Bad…Behavior (Brussels)

The sound of thick raindrops on the windowpane force my head up. Lost in memories of your infectious laugh and contagious smile run rampant today; Mother’s Day. An 11-hour flight is in front of me, then two hours in Kiev followed closely by another flight, four hours. I’m one-track-minded on getting myself, and all of the belongings I’ve been lugging around the Southern hemisphere for the past seven months, safely to Brussels. Three uninterrupted weeks of downtime and a reunion with one beautiful soul who’s welcomed me into her space countless times over the past two years. Being back in the First World will be truly delightful. A dryer, proper sewage functions, and infrastructure that encourages walking or public transport; need I say more? The downside, it’s freezing in comparison to where I’ve been. From 42 degrees (Celsius) to 17 degrees is harsh and my skin has reacted accordingly, dry and taught.… Continue reading

Travel Interlude; Nibble-Free Zone (Yangon)

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Travel Interlude; Nibble-Free Zone (Yangon)

The power went out again. A loud boom startles me; the thunderstorm rattles the entire building. I’m laying in the darkness on the bottom bunk in a relatively empty shared-dorm room. Each bunk bed is separated by a short wall made of plaster. This wall doesn’t touch the ceiling making it easy to overhear my neighbor smacking her lips and sucking her teeth clean of the debris from the bag of chips she loudly consumed moments before. Now she’s swishing water around her mouth before swallowing loudly and sucking her teeth further. I roll my eyes and bite my tongue. Having to hear the happenings of the inside of someone’s mouth has long been a pet peeve of mine.… Continue reading