The two things I loved most about Saigon: crossing the street and eating. The traffic is just as full-on as the countless food opportunities: both are adventures that require a heady dose of bravery and a willingness to throw caution to the...
When I was planning my first solo backpacking trip around Europe, I chatted with one of my uncles who had lived in Munich. He recommended an afternoon in the beer halls, a bike ride around Englischer Garten and a visit to Dachau Concentration...
In Saigon, even something as mundane as crossing the street turns into a potentially-life-altering adventure. There are no stoplights or crosswalks: instead, there are massive roundabouts with countless, constantly shifting lanes of traffic. Cars,...
A sense of calm overcomes me as I dip my fingers into the basin, and make the sign of the cross before kneeling in front of the altar and reciting the Lord’s Prayer.
I’m not Catholic, and I’m not particularly religious. But I do believe that...