Murals, Museums and More in Mexico City
Growing up in the South of England meant I had minimal exposure to a true representation of Mexico, experiencing instead occasional associations including a toy shop piñata at a birthday party, sporadic meals via Old El Paso Tex-Mex kits from grocery stores, or consuming copious shots of Jose Cuervo with merry friends (followed by multiple pained facial expressions). Venture into the City of London and you’ll find...
Elevated Splendor: Big Bend Solitude and Terlingua
“The mountains are calling, and I must go”. John Muir, Yosemite Valley 1873. These are the words sprawled across the minty green shirts presented by my cousin for her fortieth year celebratory trip at Big Bend National Park, which have lingered periodically in my mind since returning to Austin. As I gazed docilely at...
A Romance Continued: Returning to New Orleans & Tasting the Deep South
It’s a beautiful thing to build a relationship with a City. Guidebooks can offer up suggestions, multiple apps help seek out hidden gems and there are always online recommendations (incredibly useful when in dire need of feeding), however I always find my best experiences are gained by seeking out and conversing with the locals. The...
A Sense of Independence in Palawan
There is much to be said for a woman travelling alone in the world, in my case the Far Eastern side of the planet to the Philippines. As a demi-Filipina, one might assume I have a distinct advantage in navigating around the 7000+ island culture, versus the typical ‘tourist’ trip and indeed, I have visited...