North America

This is Mexico.

The van door slides open, and all 12 of us are told to get out and form a queue. The Mexican border official asks for my passport and $25 USD or $306 pesos to leave Mexico. I have $18 USD and $20 pesos in cash. Martin has none. We are short $32 USD for both

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Hidden Gems in Tulum, Mexico

About 1 hour south of Playa del Carmen lies Tulum, a small town with famous Mayan ruins.  Tulum has three major areas: The town, the beach, the ruins. Each of these areas are separated by a few miles. As a result, bike rentals are very common here. Thankfully, our hostel had free bikes for us

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Strangers with Cameras

Once you get past all the pushy vendors, Playa del Carmen is quite delightful. Martin and I spent four nights in the city of 50,000 people (and growing!) and walked away with several new friends. Playa is the place to be. Instead of going to Cancun, many people just go to Playa now. It is

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Kayak Adventure Gone Wrong

  Today on Pine Island we took the pedal kayaks out. Usually we take the double kayak out but after Martin’s little mishap yesterday, paddling is not a possibility for him. In fact typing is a bit of a stretch. It all started when… Martin dropped my toothbrush on the floor next to the toilet.

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Life on Pine Island, Florida

Life on Pine Island is pretty much awesome.  My day started at 6:30 a.m. with a meditation. Then, I exercise for 60-90 minutes while watching the sun rise. Because I hurt my knee running a few weeks ago, I’ve been doing a lot more low impact cardio, yoga, and strengthening exercises. After showering, I savor my

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One Weekend in New Orleans

I’m sitting at a table in the middle of Cafe du Monde in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The sweet scent of freshly deep-fried dough swirls around me. The servers run around with overfilled serving trays of cafe au laits and beignets.  Martin and I sit gingerly at our dirty table. Eventually our overworked

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Homemade Coconut Milk

  Palm trees line either side of the driveway, ushering me toward the little round house that is to be our home for the next few weeks. We are tired. Sprinting across the east coast of the United States for eight weeks left us exhausted. So we stop.  At the little round house on Pine

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