AFRICA, PT. 4 – Tales of Gastrointestinal Fortitude and Lady Warriors
“Are you rich?” This question came up amazingly often during my first week in Tanzania, and I always answered with momentary silence followed by a stupid, awkward laugh. I reflected on this as I spent a good chunk of one…
AFRICA, PT. 2 – Takeoff
I forced myself to sleep during the flight from Portland to Amsterdam despite it being the middle of the day, and when I deplaned into an early-morning sea of guttural Dutch voices, it felt surreal. I rubbed my eyes and…
AFRICA, PT. 1 – Genesis
When I fall in love with an idea, I commit to it in the most earnest, wide-eyed, teenager-doodling-hearts-in-her-diary sort of way. That is to say – I completely romanticize it until I develop a full-blown crush, and even then, I…
Manifest Destination
I’m climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro. No, wait—this is how I actually feel about it: I’M CLIMBING MT. KILIMANJARO!!!!!!!!!! One thing I am not doing, however, is conquering it, despite various accounts, brochures, guidebooks, websites, and general proclamations that I will do…
