Stories and poetry from an overly-curious traveler. Stories shape the way I see the world, and I want to share my stories with you.
Surfs up- and I’m down. Nothing turns out the way I think it will be. I had visions of myself killing it- surfing like a pro on the perfect waves of the warm South African ocean in the sun. Well. That was a nice vision, but not quite reality. Continue reading “Surf’s Up”
Yes, health. As in my health and the public health system in Costa Rica. Not ideal, but 3 days into my lovely trip I got sick- like really sick. Maybe because I drank the water, or ate a tortilla de queso unheated (I know, breaking all the gringo rules). Continue reading “Salud”
My life has gone through a complete transformation this year. This has been the year of change and growth. My job is now different, I have like 75% less stuff, I’m saying goodbye to my home of 4 years, I’ve said buh-bye to my twenties, but there’s one thing I’ve yet to part with. My running shoes- that I’ve had for my entire adult running career- way too long. I can explain (don’t judge me please). Continue reading “New Year, New Shoes”
Mzungu. White Person. Not an offensive term, just an observation. Me, while I’m running down the dirt road in Tanzania. Kids call me mzungu, parents say mzungu to their kids, and once I even saw another white person and thought- mzungu. Continue reading “Mzungu Running”
Julie Sequoia Webb 