It’s 10 a.m., and you’ve been catching waves since sunrise. You lick the saltwater off your lips and rub your shoulder. It’s sore, but that’s just proof you’ve accomplished something.
A long walk, some beautiful snow, a pretty city and good coffee. That's all I need.
New Orleans is no ordinary city. Amidst the street grim, faded colors, and centuries old stones, walk artists, tourists, the poor, the rich, the foreign and the native. The religious and the disillusioned. The infatuated and the heartbroken. Everyone comes together to experience what this city offers – an overwhelming, almost choking sensation of both the vibrancy and dearth of life itself.
My father fits into three “rare” categories. He’s a U.S. military veteran, an expatriate, and a single-father. That last category is perhaps the rarest - particularly since he was one of the only single-father expats allowed to live in Saudi Arabia.
Almost 15 years later, I returned to what inspired my love-affair with travel and left with romantic nostalgia.
The BBC posts great articles for expats on their site, and this one hit home as I read it on a plane traveling back to Toronto from Virginia. The US and Canada may not seem that different, but trust me - they're... Continue Reading →
Because you taught me that being content is better than just being happy.
SAFAR 