It was the perfect kind of night for a snowfall: me with nowhere to go, a warm flat to cozy up in, and a friend’s manuscript to read through–all while watching the world turn white.
Watching the world turn white.
In pictures: Village life on a Polynesian atoll.
As much as I loved life on a black pearl farm in French Polynesia, it was our weekly trips to Ahe’s village that I looked forward to the most–for the movement they offered to our routine and for the chance to be a part of the community.
Four signs you’re at lunch with travel bloggers.
No matter how grey the sky, no matter how packed the trains, sometimes London does something right. Even as the temperatures plummeted, this past weekend reminded me of why I fell in love with this city in the first place: London brings people together.
Life change: The good, the bad, and the terrifying.
That’s the point of a life change, isn’t it? It’s an irrevocable shaking up of things. It’s about stepping out in faith that the road we choose will unfold itself as we walk down it, no matter how unknown it feels right now.
Macanese memories: In celebration of Chinese New Year.
Three days in Macau were my first on Chinese soil, and I can still remember the island’s glowing red lanterns, yellow coils of incense, sweet-smelling almond cakes, and the twisting tiled streets that led up to the ruins of St. Paul’s.
Small wonders: Five little ways I’m changing my life in 2012.
Rather than attempt any kind of radical resolution or huge adjustment, I’m making little changes to my routine each day, planning out baby steps that I hope will add up to an overall killer 2012.
Introducing WildJunket: On travel, magazines, and childhood dreams.
I’m thrilled to announce that not only has Nellie Haung officially launched the first issue of WildJunket Magazine today, but that yours truly is contributing editor. Nothing like a childhood dream come true, ay?
My happy place: At the National Cathedral in Washington D.C.
Last time we’d checked, we were in Washington D.C., but with such a structure before us, its limestone exterior gleaming against the bold blue sky, we couldn’t help thinking we’d somehow found our way to Paris.