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"You are a child of the Universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should". A perspective of the world through my lens. Follow me as I journey to unexpected places with intent, compassion, and love.

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Traveling in my Early 20's

Amongst a list of questions that I receive when traveling, on the top of that list is: How do you afford to travel at such a young age? This question is most asked by friends and peers back home. The truth is, it is not easy. My love for traveling started a couple of years ago when I went to Louisiana as part of a service trip put on by the university. Before that trip, I had never really left the Pacific Northwest. I was 19 years old and felt as if I could conquer the world without knowing it first. Then after that trip, I searched for other opportunities to travel and help others. The cost of traveling was an obvious burden until I found a program called Camp Adventur e. It was the perfect opportunity as a young and curious university student studying international relations. It helped me with traveling while working with children. Because of this program, I've had the opportunity to go to China and the following year to Germany. The program paid for both of my tickets and ev...

Do you know the cultural norms of where you live?

And somehow, while I was at my favorite cafe (in the whole world), a guy named Marcos approached me about wanting to learn and practice English led to meeting a girl named Abigail (who speaks fluent English and Spanish and is learning French) that was part of an organization that was putting on a dance for international students and she introduced me to a guy named Paco (who was born and raised in Queretaro and is studying to be a musician) who gave my girlfriends and I a ride to the event where we met many more beautiful souls. My favorite thing about traveling (along with so many incredible moments) is the connections, the people, and the experiences that you create with them. Like fleeting moments, forever lost in translation and expression, they are purely captured by those who were there. At the event, I met a guy named Florent, who took me back to Cambodia...having been there himself and living in Laos for 8 years. But his dad's a French doctor and his mom was born in Madagas...

An epic time to be alive

If only I could put the feelings and thoughts of this weekend into words, to express the gratitude, the enlightenment, the pure bliss that I felt, I could then transcend the experience without having to say anything. Perhaps only similes could do it justice. Like the feeling of being suspended in the air for less than 5 seconds when you bungee jump. Like the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the rocks on a stormy day. Like the first time his soft lips pressed upon you, sending shivers down your spine. Like the start of a new day when everything is whole again. Like the freedom of a bird who escapes its cage. Like the selflessness of the moon that gives to the sun. Like the innocence of a young child learning to ride a bike. Like the sensational touch of mother's love. Like the taste of fresh coffee on top of the mountain during a morning sunrise. Like the earthy aroma of rain drops watering the plants after a dry season. This was one of the most incredible week...