I was hit squarely with the strong distinctive odor of cabbage and fried schnitzel while descending the stairs from my friend’s fourth...

Mal d’Africa is an apt term that describes the strong feeling of nostalgia and desire to return to Africa once visited. I experienced...

We were completely surrounded. Bodies pressing into us, hands prying and violating; a crush of human flesh and bones. The ATM’s had been...

Breakfast in the forest We awaken to the trumpet like blare of peacocks (an alternative to the more clichéd rooster), the rustling of...

When I was four, my mom and I went to Italy for summer vacation. We stayed in her small town for about one month. It was a typical quiet...

I awake to a drizzly grey morning in Paris. It is the type of gloomy weather day that only European cities manage to pull off. From the...