Winds of Change

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…

Dracula Slept Here

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 Beauty of the Balkans

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…

Walking through history; The Srebrenica Peace March

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…

City Under Seige

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…

“Last night I dreamt of San Pedro…”

…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…

Un-Belize-able!

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…

Rum, Cigars, and Communism

 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…

Cuba Libre

In December of 1956, Fidel Castro, Che Guevara, and 80 other revolutionaries sailed a small yacht called Granma from Mexico to the shores of Cuba.  Three years later, the corrupt miltary dictator Batista was ousted from power, which led to a 50 year period of rule under Fidel Castro until 2006, when he stepped down and…

Those who live it are those who enjoy it.

When I told people I was heading to Colombia for winter break, I was often met with a similar reaction that fell along the lines of “Is it safe there?” or “What is there to do there?”. After binge watching Narcos; the Netflix tell-all tale of Pablo Escobar, I couldn’t very well blame people for…