Just when the 102 degree heat became unbearable, we made plans to get out of the city for a while. Without much thought, we knew we needed two things: breezy mountains and a body of water.
With our dried mangos, taro chips, and chocolate coconut cakes in hand, we said goodbye to the Land of Smiles and made our way to the airport for Hanoi. Our first morning, we braved the 100 degree heat and strolled through the Old Quarter, making… Read More
Three very windy and bumpy hours through the mountains landed us in beautiful Pai just north of Chiang Mai. We walked across a rickety bamboo bridge to a small tent that was to be our home for the weekend. Our tent sat right along the… Read More
There are few things that put me to sleep quicker than being tucked into a tiny compartment in a moving vehicle. After hearing stories about the two-level night buses that blast Korean pop music videos until the wee hours, we were relieved to snuggle into… Read More
After 11 hours over the Pacific and 3 at the Taiwan airport eating taro cakes in the Hello Kitty terminal, we finally arrived in hot, sticky Bangkok. Our limbs felt heavy as we pushed through the humidity with our trusty packs in stow, marching toward… Read More
A week in the jungle of Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica. Still dreaming of rice and beans, white sandy beaches, banana pancakes, baby sloths, and the sound of howler monkeys at nightfall.
You might assume that the perks of going to Jewish summer camp your whole life start to dwindle in your 30’s. Well, not if you’re Adam. It turns out Camp Tawonga’s old infirmary nurse, Cricket, now lives on a beautiful farm in Mt. Vernon along with three sheep, two… Read More
Sweet smells. Drive through the city. Bikers on the Wiggle. Charred rosemary. Rye. Old friend. Stories, stories, stories. Scotch. Quiet apartment. Warm air. New friend on Haight. Old friend on Haight. Two shots of espresso. Golden Gate. Buffalos. Unplanned run-ins. Cheese rolls. Sun. Leon Bridges. Old boats. Eucalyptus.… Read More
Thanks to the sweet deal offered by Iceland Airways, Anna and I were able to extend our layover on the way back from Paris by three days, giving us a free four day trip to Iceland. Hversu dásamlegt! (As they say). We rented an AirBnB in darling little Reykjavik,… Read More
This past May, I had the privilege of traveling to Paris for a week with my family for a distant cousin’s Bar Mitzvah celebration. My great great uncle Yair Tarica and his wife Victoria started a family there in the early 1900s, around the same time my great… Read More