Bright murals by uninvited artists color painted brick walls in Palermo Soho. Mismatched shops of handcrafted items reach towards streets with names such as “Queens,” “El Salvador” and “Hollywood.” Color oozes through the cracks in the cement and yarn wrapped trees, but their black and white faces hold my consciousness.
It’s our last couple hours in Batad, the remote village in Luzon’s northern mountains. I’ve been taking photos on my own. Taking in my favorite details of this beautiful culture. I head back to Ramon and Scotty, to find that my wildest dreams are being realized. We get to play dress up with Scotty! Ramon explains that many people in the area still wear traditional dress. With enthusiasm, he dresses us in some of his and his family’s clothing. Scotty and I are there for his amusement. He dresses Scotty as a tribal chief, a warrior and a Mumbaki/Shaman. I am dressed as his wife. Read more
The ancient walls are cracked, the tile worn, but the air is fresh and new. He leans in for a forbidden kiss.
Teenagers in Ankara, Turkey are far too fun. We spent the day talking with 16 & 17 year-olds, and wished we could spend longer. It was endless energy for about four hours.
Some experiences open pathways in your heart and mind that are seldom talked about. One of mine took place in a tiny Filipino village. Batad is a tiny village in Northern Luzon in the Philippines. There is only way in, starting with a Jeepney to Banaue, the bigger town. Read more
Watching a skilled climber is watching an artist. Meet Ananas, a master climber of Railay Beach, Krabi, Thailand.
“Hannah!” I look up to see Ananas dangling with one hand. I’ve never seen anyone climb that way. His movements are delicate and liquid. He has climbed down a horn and dangles over the water. Without rope or shoes, he is joy untethered.
Deep water soloing is climbing without ropes over water. With Ananas (or Folk) our guide we met Megan and Ryan from Colorado. They were nature lovers, and thinking about moving after Ryan’s graduation. They remarked that we were alike, and asked us about what it was like living in Utah. They were quite sure that though the area was beautiful they wouldn’t get along with Mormons, Read more
I can see her shaking slightly from fatigue. My face is hot, as adrenaline begins to move through me. The body doesn’t understand when it’s too late.
Violence is not what I was expecting Mom to bring, Read more