Category: My Postcards
-
Cappadocia is a region in central Turkey, known for its extraordinary natural wonders and skies filled with hot air balloons. It holds valleys that dip and rise through amazing rock formations. Hiking through these valleys is breathtaking; walking up close to the fairy chimneys and ancient cave dwellings is indescribable. I would wake up early…
-
I have my rituals. This is sort of a necessity when everything I own is either within arms reach or thousands of miles away stored in my childhood bedroom. My laundry days are meticulously planned out, because I have about 5 outfits total and don’t often have the luxury of a dryer. Sometimes not even…
-
I arrived in Jakarta, Indonesia in September 2024 after two full days of travel; of course I was jet-lagged, but barely tired. Too captivated by the neon lights, the hums of the motorbikes, the rich smell of street food surrounding me. Starting my upcoming weeks of backpacking across the island of Java. My first real…
-
Istanbul, to me, is a city that could conduct a lecture on un-photographable moments. Maybe if I were a more experienced photographer, the snapshot images that I have in my head of Istanbul would exist as tangible photographs. But since pictures can only convey a certain percentage of emotion, I don’t think even the best…
-
Throughout my traveling experiences, food is by far one of my favorite aspects of a culture to discover and rediscover. I’ve always had a love for trying new foods. When I was younger – before I had the means to travel and try them locally – I would find recipes and bake desserts from around…
-
When I was in Thailand, I spent about a week in Bangkok before the friend that I was initially traveling with wanted to head north to Chiang Mai. By pure chance, I found a small hippie-style hostel in Bangkok that had the most welcoming environment and people. Immediately, I was so comfortable and at home…
-
I had been in Budapest for a week at this point (the “s” is pronounced “sh” in Hungary, by the way, so pronounce it “Budapesht” if you want to sound local). My first week on my completely solo long-term trip abroad. Me, my backpack, and my one-way ticket. I somehow wasn’t nervous at all, and…
-
I have an oddly specific memory of being fourteen years old in my bedroom with my lifelong best friend who I still talk to regularly. This is the age where you start to develop a sense of consciousness: there is, in fact, a life after high school. And it is, in fact, up to you…