Our flight landed in Athens around 8am, and we had about 16 hours in the city before we hopped on another flight to the island of Kefalonia to meet up with Marino and Maria.  With a full day in Athens but very little sleep under our belts, we hit the ground lagging, and spent much…

If you know me, then you know that there are few things in this life I find more fun than cheesy hair-band rock from the 80s and 90s.  Traveling throughout the former Eastern Bloc of Communist countries was, in some way, traveling back to a time when this music was popular, and judging from our…

Coming from Long Island; a place that houses many restuarants, inns, and historic homes that proudly and often, inaccururately claim that “George Washington slept here,” I can appreciate the sentiment throughout much of Romania proclaiming some connection to Dracula.  Officially known as Vlad the Impaler for reasons I will get into shortly, the lure of…

The title of this post may be a bit deceiving as I am only really talking about Mostar and Montenegro; if one would consider that the Balkans.  After being physically and emotionally drained from my experience in the Srebrenica Summer University, I had a few days to myself to travel the region before heading to…

Before I begin to put down into words my reflection on the five days I spent camping and hiking in the hills of eastern Bosnia, I must offer the disclaimer that this is exactly that; my reflections.  I do not claim to get every detail of history correct or to offer a comprehensive history of…

After leaving Sarajevo this morning, I am currently sitting on a train heading to Mostar and trying to process the last ten days I spent attending the Srebrenica Summer University program.  When I first arrived in Sarajevo ten days ago, I was immediately won over by the charming cobblestone streets of its old town, filled…

…it seems like yesterday, and not so far away.”  These lyrics from Madona’s song, Isla Bonita will forever make me think of the tranquil turquoise water, the breezy beach side bars, and the desolate dirt roads I spent five days exploring with my best friends to celebrate my 40th birthday (a few weeks early).  After…

Arriving in the Belizean jungle after a long day of travel with the not-so hospitable American Airlines was a pleasant departure from the real world, and the perfect way to begin the summer after a very long, and very hard school year.  After checking into Table Rock; a quiant eco-lodge perched in the hills above…

 By the time we arrived in Cienfuegos, we still had not resolved our deteriorating money issue.  When we arrived at our Casa and our hosts offered us dinner for 12 CUCs per person, we apologetically had to decline because we honestly weren’t sure that we would be able to afford it.  When we explained our…