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Book of the Month: October 2018

Hey all! For this month’s book, I’m going to go with my gut that the rest of the book is as good as the first half.  Being Mortal by Atul Gawande has been a revelation for me.  The easy to understand, though at times uncomfortable conversations Gawande delves into are things my mind hasn’t readilyContinue reading “Book of the Month: October 2018”

One Year

365 days.  And what an incredible year it’s been!  On this day last year, April 9, 2017, I returned home from my 5-month jaunt to South America.  I have no problem admitting that I was homesick and missed family and friends like never before.  I craved NJ.  That’s something only a select few can ever sayContinue reading “One Year”

The Return: (North) ‘Merica

Well, it’s late July.  Not sure exactly how time travels so quickly but if we could monetize that speed none of us would need to work ever again.  In this short time, I realized a few things.  First, I kinda sorta needed a job.  Second, a shower and haircut were imminent.  And third, I wasContinue reading “The Return: (North) ‘Merica”

A Reunion in Haiti – vol. 2

During the week, it was Alexa’s birthday.  She runs the childrens’ home and we all ran to a beautiful farm to celebrate the day.  The farm was organic and used ingenious methods to grow crops and other plants cheaply and efficiently.  It was so much cooler on the top of the mountain where the grassesContinue reading “A Reunion in Haiti – vol. 2”

A Reunion in Haiti – vol. 1

140 days past.  Countless memories.  Countless people.  Countless blessings.  It’s pretty incredible up to this point that I haven’t lost anything…or worse.  My mind is everywhere.  Riding a taxi to the airport after a nice final morning walking the streets of Santiago with a friend brought so many thoughts to the fold.  My final hoursContinue reading “A Reunion in Haiti – vol. 1”

The Road to Futaleufu

It was back to two backpacks now.  The nice part about hiking for 8 days is that you only need to bring one.  I left the other in the hotel.  Clamoring to the bus station, I rode to Punta Arenas.  Another coastal town about 4 hours further south.  It was here, the following morning, thatContinue reading “The Road to Futaleufu”