It’s no secret that I love Newport, whether it’s February, August, or, in this case, Christmas time. I love Newport for its historical mansions, its dramatic coast, and its quintessential New England charm.
One of the most valuable things I’ve learned during my years at Harvard I learned from my roommate Kathryn. Her lessons in how to travel have truly been life-changing.
As I’ve described in a previous post, Newport, Rhode Island, is one of my favorite places in New England. Decadently full of natural and man-made beauty, it’s a real showstopper.
I have so many fond memories of going on family bike rides when I was younger, but over the last few years I had lost touch with the activity, my cream-colored two-wheeler gathering dust in my parents’
In mid-June, Rolan and I celebrated our second anniversary of being together by giving each other the gift of a helicopter tour over New York City, an experience that amazed us as much as we had hoped it would.
Boston is a different city when summer rolls around. The sun is shining, many of the students have scattered (and those who remain are not under as much pressure), couples lie in the grass, friends listen to live music while dining al fresco, and people are friendlier and happier on the whole.
This summer, for the second summer in a row, I’ll be living in New York City. I have had such a wonderful time acquainting myself with the city over the past year, and now that I know my way around a little better, one of my goals is to take short trips around the region.
Thailand is a country with a rich cultural tradition, awe-inspiring Buddhist temples, natural splendor, humid heat, delicious food, bustling streets, and wonderful people.
“I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o’er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.” So begins William Wordsworth’s meditation on daffodils, which my mother recited to me so often when I was young that I unintentionally memorized it.