36 Hours in San Francisco

I was born in Southern California and lived there for five and a half years before my family moved to New York. (I know, I know. You know this already.) I’ve been back to visit more times than I can count, but I have never explored the state north of Los Angeles (which is not north at all). Needless to say, I was a little excited to cross San Francisco off my travel list.

Our original travel itinerary called for nearly three full days in San Francisco to visit our friend from high school who had moved out west just a few weeks prior. But as anyone who has ever traveled before knows—original travel plans never last long. Read More


Exploring Seoul

We returned to Seoul on a Tuesday afternoon after another interesting 24 hours of travel. (An uncomfortable eight-hour bus ride because the guy in front of me reclined his seat all the way and left me with no leg room; a shared cab ride with a German traveler named Franka that we had met at the pier on our way out of Koh Tao; a dozen rounds of cards on the airport floor.) We celebrated our return the best way we knew how—with hot showers, green face masks, “New York” pizza, and an episode of Survivor.

The next day, while Gina was off at work, Alexa and I ventured into the city on our own. Read More

Adventures on Koh Tao

Our first day on Koh Tao began with another early morning at the busy pier in Chumphon, an agricultural town in Southern Thailand. We arrived there that morning after a long (and sleepless, for me) overnight bus from Bangkok and tiredly awaited the arrival of our high-speed catamaran. Just over two hours later, we stepped off the boat at Mae Haad Pier and were welcomed by the warm, salty air. Read More

First Days in Siem Reap & Bangkok

I have been back on good ol’ American soil for just about a week now—catching up on work and sleep, sorting through over a thousand pictures, and fretting over a case of missing luggage (which has since returned).

On our first layover, we waited quietly at a mostly empty gate. I hadn’t slept well on our flight from New York, but my legs were too stiff to sit still for long. I stood up. I sat down. I practiced some yoga. And then I noticed the sun. It was 4:30 in the morning at home, but the sun was setting in Beijing. It glowed orange, sent bright shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows and over the many airport gates. For anyone who thinks time travel isn’t possible, I thought…

Our trip began with six straight days of travel: five flights, an eight-hour bus ride, and two hours on a catamaran. Read More