Chronicles of a Travel Addict

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Chronicles of a Travel Addict

Solo, budget, ethical travel with a literary twist.

02/11/2022

Feliz Día de los Mu***os!
The Day of the Dead has become dear to my heart over the years… I’m often moved by Mexican traditions that my family have upheld, but this is different.
For two days of the year, the veil between the living and deceased becomes permeable, and it is thought that our loved ones who have passed come to visit us. We honor them with beautiful marigolds, photos, and whatever they enjoyed— tequila, ci******es, favorite foods— in hopes that they’ll pass by our homes and feel the love that we still hold for them.
My mama once told me, “The more you love, the more you will grieve.” And this year, I have lost two more uncles.
I’m not sure what I believe of the after life, but I hope that I can reconnect with the souls I have lost— family, friends, boyfriend, pets, and the unborn— over the next few days. Love doesn’t go away, ever. I feel it swelling up as if it will crack open my ribs and show its light to the stars.
P.S. I took these photos last year at the Zocalo, where the displays are always different. However, you can count on ofrendas, limpias, catrinas, calaveras, and much more. The alebrijes were divine!

🏵💀✨🫀🇲🇽🧡

#2021

29/10/2022

AVOID THE CITIES.
When planning my trip to the UK and Ireland, this was one of the most common pieces of advice I received. And, of course, I ignored it.
Worldwide, cities are where most working-class people come to etch out their living. And while I did make it into nature, I didn’t want my experience to be a romanticized movie-set experience of Outlanders or GOT. I wanted a slice of raw life.
Glasgow was pure grit, set amidst stunning architecture, dotted with street art. I wandered up the streets, down the alleys, into the museums, past the shopping districts, and into the heaving bars. With Autumn just around the corner, Glaswegians seemed to be soaking up the last bit of sunshine to hold them through the winter. Men walked around in their kilts, gathering in pubs to watch football.
There’s something about this city— it felt like home even though I’d never been. It’s one of those places that you visit, feeling like you know less than you did when you arrived. I know I’ll be back again.

27/10/2022

Trying traditional, local food is always a must when I’m traveling. Thanks to the incredible , I was able to try Haggis. The original Scottish dish is made from sheep’s pluck (google that if you dare)as well as onions, oatmeal, and spices.
I had the cruelty-free Haggis + Cheez Crepe, as well as the Berry Burst Smoothie. I ended up smothering the crepe in siracha to give it a little kick. While it wasn’t my favorite, I’m glad I got to give it a try!
This little cafe in St. Enoch Square was adorable and understandably busy. They also sold a variety of artisanal goods, like vegan handmade mint-poppy soap, which I loved.
What’s your favorite veganized, traditional plate?

17/10/2022

Don’t stare at the same wall too long— it will paint itself until you are fooled, thinking it is the last
in this world to see.
Go into the night, meditate
on views you’ve never seen
and don’t forget they’re fleeting—
but your life much more so.
You take a breath and
half of your life is over and
those with cement feet
criticize
that you still refuse
to plant roots.
Another year gone by
and I haven’t reflected properly.
But I put myself in motion
until I spun out into feverish delirium…
And now I am sure
that it is time to move on,
yet again.

**ttypoetry

06/10/2022

LONDON! Once again, I didn’t get to see much of the city, but at least I was able to catch up with some of my beautiful friends.
Dinner at Mallow and drinks at the Rooftop Bar London.

12/02/2022

I’ve never been a fan of Alfredo sauce, EVER. Maybe you’re like me and can’t stand anything that’s just too rich— sweet or salty— and can only take one bite.
Tonight, I found myself with leftover cauliflower and wondered what I could make.
Fast forward: Vegan Veggie Fettuccini Alfredo.
Sauce: Blended cauliflower, potatoes, nooch (holla ’ Nutritional Yeast), garlic, and almond milk.
Veggies: Onion, carrots, green bell pepper, broccoli.
Extras: chik’n (aka pechuga sin pollo), peppercorns, salt/pepper, olive oil, and a s**t ton of love. 🥰💜
Consensus: This vegan version of Alfredo pasta is sooo much more my jam than I’ve ever encountered in restaurants. I would 💯 make it again, just a little spicier. 😏🌶😻

01/09/2021

🍕 PIZZA 🍕

I grew up on the thin, greasy slices of Little Caesar’s pizza. After soccer games, for birthdays, or when there wasn’t much in the cupboard, this was our staple.

One of the most difficult things I experienced when going vegan was foregoing cheese, and thereby finding good pizza. Let’s face it, many faux cheese (Gary) pies are garbage.

Visiting Chicago, there was no way I was leaving without trying their famous deep dish pizza. Luckily, I stumbled upon the all-vegan with the help of .

Under the disco ball at Monsignor Murphy’s, we devoured the Plant Eater, and were tempted to eat the cardboard, too.

Chicago pizza? Yes, believe the hype.

15/08/2021

The Golden Gate Bridge has always symbolized strength, connection, and hope for me. In my childhood, every time I got that first glimpse of this landmark, I knew I was out of San Jose and on to better places. The possibilities that were ahead dazzled me.
When I eventually moved to San Francisco in my early twenties, I still marveled at this architectural masterpiece, but from afar. I didn’t want to pay any tolls. Also, I was too caught up absorbing the immense diversity of the neighborhoods— Chinatown, the Mission, Little Italy, Russian Hill— to even think about nature. I spent two years working in IT on Market Street, then spending the nights and weekends savoring global food and dialects, learning to relish dive bars, watching the characters on public buses, and inviting friends over to my basement apartment.
A few months ago, I spent the week in the Mission District, determined to explore a side of San Francisco I’d yet to see. With in her backpack, I walked around a parking lot, decided the view of the bridge wasn’t what I wanted, and then made my way down to Marshall’s Beach. A short hike brought me down to the shore, where the waves crashed furiously and the wind made my hair stand on end. Looking at the Pacific, at this beautiful city I used to live in, it reminded me of how important it is to always get a new perspective.

04/06/2021

Sometimes the best meals are those you make yourself. Having a kitchen while traveling or living abroad is so important... especially when some locations think vegans can eat chicken or fish. Nope!
Veggie stir fry with rice noodles. Yum. 😋

02/06/2021

The first time I heard of Palenque was sometime in 2005, after I headed out on an impromptu backpacking trip through Mexico. It was hard to believe that a place so incredible existed, let alone that I’d ever be able to see it. After all, Chiapas was a taboo tourist spot riddled with Zapatista violence. Or so the cautionary tales went...
My arrival in Palenque seemed an illusion. I’d flown into Puerto Escondido from Mexico City with my cat. Somehow, after about a month in Oaxaca, countless sweaty bus rides through mountainous jungles, overpriced taxis, Blablacars, and walking kilometers down the highway, stepping over storm-felled trees, we made it.
Despite the difficulties, Chiapas had already become one of my favorite Mexican states, and the Palenque ruins more impressive than Teotihuacán or Chichén Itzá (which I had yet to see).
This ancient Mayan city was founded in the 400s, ruled by Pakal the great from 615-683 AD, and continued to thrive under the reign of his descendants. Even in 95 degree weather, my mask stifling my breath, I marveled at these incredible architectural undertakings: Pakal’s Tomb, The Palace, various temples, courtyards for offerings to the gods, and the ball court. I hugged the Sacred Tree, wondering what life was like for the Mayans over 19 thousand years ago, before the conquistadors arrived, before Mexicans spoke Spanish, before people like me would walk their grounds in awe, spellbound...

24/04/2021

The further down you travel the coast of Oaxaca, the more difficult it is to find vegan or even vegetarian restaurants. You find your diet changing quite rapidly to salads, French fries, and rice & beans.
In Zipolite, I came across this lovely vegan cafe. Israel, the owner was super friendly and served up the best canellonis and cabbage salad.
As I was eating, I looked up and saw a mother whale and calf swimming in the Pacific— as well as several nudists watching.
The Oaxacan coast is pure beauty, serendipity, magic.

27/12/2020

I hadn’t been to San Miguel Allende since my first proper backpacking trip throughout Mexico circa 2005. The theme was “One man is not Mexico.” I wanted to give up, to return to my hometown, but my mama encouraged me to make the most of my time, to get to know my Mexican roots.
SMA was nothing like I remembered it, except the cobblestone streets and main church. The plaza was blocked off due to covid.
Many things had changed in the town, as well as within myself.
I was elated to take with me to Don Taco Tequila for dinner, savoring cauliflower tacos and skipping the tequila.
My hope is that veganism continues to become welcomed and normalized, especially in carnivorous countries such as Mexico. We could all benefit from more veggies & more love.
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