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I visited Dublin in the midst of my search for freedom from an old life. At the time, I did not know that I would soon decide to couch-surf around the world. I was just looking to get out of New York City and the unfulfilling routine I was falling into,
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As I was driving through Tuscany, I stumbled upon a stunning sunflower field. Awed, I got out of the car and stood at its edge. Even on my tip-toes, the field extended far beyond my horizon; rows and rows of sunflowers larger than my face bowed towards a setting sun
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I visited Cuba during a tender moment of its life: in the past year, various U.S. travel and financial restrictions have been lifted, however the status of its long-standing embargo is still up for debate. With the thawing of this previously hostile relationship also comes an influx of tourism, both
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As I sat on the edge of Horseshoe Canyon, overlooking the majestic landscape of Page, Arizona, it hit me: “I don’t have to do this.” “This” was my life in New York City, which was an endless grind of work to make money, look good doing it, go to a