My experience is that Phoenix is a place that offers rest. It was a place of pause. A place I really need. I was tired with my grief. In Phoenix I was rejuvenated my American self and adventure was born.
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San Diego: A successful set-up by a mutual friend
Before we take up again at where I last left off on my travel adventure romance in the United States it’s important to flash back to where I had been in my life about a year prior. Almost exactly a year before my travels stateside I had taken a holiday to Fiji by myself. I … Read More
Los Angeles: A once in a lifetime trip to the Coffee Bean and two lives changed forever
LAX Kathump. That was the first sound I heard the first time I landed in Los Angeles. I had just awoken from a deep sleep. My head had been firmly resting against the window of an economy seat of a Boeing 747. Thick white clouds were all I had seen after waking and I had … Read More
Remembering being loved by Philadelphia – the city of brotherly love
My first days in the USA after moving there for an indefinite amount of time to pursue love were spent in Philadelphia. It was a city I knew only a little about but one that in the few months that followed I grew to love. Philadelphia, I learned, was a city devoid of pretence. Its … Read More