From food, to bodily functions, to religious practices, to sex, to family, to gender roles (often one of the bigger issues) – if you date someone from another culture, be prepared for misunderstandings.
During this election cycle, I’ve found myself engaged in more political discussions with non-Americans than ever before – describing how the electoral college works and why we have it (thanks, Google), the difference between the Senate and the House, and whether or not Trump may actually succeed in his apparent coup attempt… and why many Republicans appear to be supporting it.
I knew that I couldn’t put my life on hold – couldn’t make any more decisions that revolved around my fear of the debilitating pain in my body.
When my food arrived, I savored each bite, smiling to myself. I had done it. I was traveling alone, and it was just fine.
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned on this trip is to lean into uncertainty, trust my intuition, and make decisions when they feel right – all the while fully cognizant that inaction is a decision in and of itself.
I woke up to the fading sound of the first call to prayer and glimpses of dawn light through the soiled white curtains in my guest room in Kabul, Afghanistan.
The more I’ve traveled, the more I’ve learned how to have a fun and safe time on my own. There are a few key elements that I consider and implement in order to make my solo travels a success.
Uncertainty is scary, because possibilities are endless. But endless possibilities also offer us the opportunity for miracles.
Welcome to my blog! I am a humanitarian aid worker, intrepid traveler, and mindfulness practitioner. Born and raised in the US, since the age of 20 I’ve lived in France, Senegal, Cameroon, Italy, Morocco, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Afghanistan, Niger, and have been camping out in Indonesia since COVID-19 hit. I’ve traveled toContinue reading “Hello, I’m Emilie”