Betwixt and between the arthritic 40 and a horrendous body mass index of positive 30, escapism and yummyeology are my real-life double post-graduate degrees conferred with the highest honors.
I lived nearly half of my life in fancy suitcases, jetsetting between reality and fantasy... read more
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[…] Light had just barely crept into the vast plains of Bagan. The petrichor from last nightโs rain gently whiffed through our faces as the stupas started to take shape in the distant horizon. Momo, our dutiful horse clip-clopped under the tree tunnels as our hearts raced to see the antiquity that is Myanmar. […]