When you experience something new, what do you learn about yourself? A preconceived notion that’s obliterated? A new taste that’s discovered.

The streets are packed. People view it as more of an excuse to dress up than anything else. The smell of fresh fruit, stuffed pancakes, and grilled meat waft through the street.

There’s nothing like being sick to make you grateful. Grateful for health. Grateful for support. Grateful for the luxury of rest without loss.

Get a peak into my first day in Ho Chi Minh. A city I’m already planning a return trip to. Maybe you’ll visit too.

I just finished Frankenstein. It was nothing like what I expected. A plot that meandered through life’s meaning, the relationship between the creator and created, guilty and innocent; all upon the backdrop of 18th-century England. The plot’s tempo fluctuates, at times sprinting ahead and at others, inching along. The protagonist, Victor Frankenstein, consistently makes grievous…