But what big little lies do we tell ourselves when PR companies spin a local disaster into a travel opportunity?
Every hiker is called to the trail for a different reason, but we all share a common goal: We all want to finish.
Resting, in this context, is resistance.
“The whole country is fighting,” one of my relatives told me. It was a throwaway remark, but it was the most apt thing I heard that weekend in Ukraine.
Though I estranged myself from my toxic family, their hold on my mind still needed to let me go. So I got on a plane and left.
I need the ocean to quiet my thoughts, the surfers to remind me I’m a person, the Taco Bell as a place where I become solid again.
My parents were old. It was time to take seriously the last years we had left. That is not, of course, how they saw things.
On the plane, I felt the tension of visiting so many unspoken truths.
Bogotá has the largest network of cycling infrastructure in Latin America. It is a city that begs to be biked.
Across the thousands of miles, and the hundreds of years of historical and cultural distance, Albertine and I had our hair in common.