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Picnic in Paris (Travel from Home #1)
My friend and former coworker started a travel blog with her friend: Trek Simple. Though we’re in the middle of a pandemic and can’t actually travel, they suggested travelling from home. Their first suggestion, Picnic in Paris, was so much fun that I decided I might try one virtual trip a month. Here’s what I did for my first “trip” the weekend before Bastille Day.
By Kate McDevitt5 years ago in Wander
Observing Burns Night (Travel from Home #7)
Scotland is possibly my favorite country (apart from my own). I used to have a map of the country on the wall above my bed. I’ve always wanted to celebrate Burns Night, but going to a Burns Night supper was definitely not in the cards this year. So I threw my own celebration and traveled to Scotland from home.
By Kate McDevitt5 years ago in Wander
Wherever I go, I steal Identities
My parents were born in a country that doesn’t exist anymore. It was called Yugoslavia. They described her as a land of wonders, terrain so diverse and beautiful: rich fertile plains to the north, limestone ranges and basins to the east, ancient mountains and hills to the southeast, and extremely high shorelines off the coast to the southwest.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf5 years ago in Wander
Native American Artifacts: Interview with Steve Valentine
I picked up a couple dozen arrowheads and several other prehistoric Native American Indian artifacts when I was a kid, mostly just stumbling across them because I was in the woods so much. I have always enjoyed reading and collecting history, so that frame of arrowheads always meant a lot to me.
By Bill Coleman5 years ago in Wander
Hilo, My Hometown
Everyone needs a hometown. That nest full of familiar places where you know the shortcuts to get somewhere fast, even if it means trespassing or jumping a couple of fences. The place where there are people who knew your parents before they met. Where you can close your eyes and recall the sights and sounds of your best memories, and where your children and grandchildren wish they lived now even though they have high-paying jobs and big houses somewhere else.
By Stephanie Launiu5 years ago in Wander
How I Learn to Swim
As I stand freezing, waiting for my boss to rotate our outside positions, I long for my Sun, my Heat and to lay on the sand as it warms my frozen toes. It’s funny the things you miss when they’re not readily available to you anymore. I moved from Dorado, Puerto Rico to Brooklyn, New York in a hurry and in 4 days time. I got on a plane, landed and headed straight to work. I barely had time to process what was happening and what was getting left behind. I lived on my island for 27 years before this and longed for an escape, so when the opportunity came I ran to it.
By Eddamar González5 years ago in Wander
The Bronx That Raised Me
Currently a Florida resident, when I tell people that I grew up in the Bronx borough of New York City, they all get the same strange look in their eyes. It's a mix of fear, confusion, and pity. Truth: it takes a certain kind of person to live in New York. You have to be thick-skinned, ready for anything, and quick thinking or else the entire world can pass you by in a literal New York minute.
By Lesli Martinez5 years ago in Wander
