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I strive daily to embrace my surroundings, challenge my perceptions, and stimulate my mind and body. 

This has led to many local and international adventures. A few of which are documented here. 


When in Rome....
When in Rome....
We get excited about learning 😁
We get excited about learning 😁
Views of Joberg
Views of Joberg
🚨HELP!🔮 Last night I had a dream that two geodes/crystals were growing out of my side and when I pulled them out it left a gaping wound. I wasn’t hurt but when I tried to show the doctor she didn’t believe me it came from a crystal/rock
🚨HELP!🔮 Last night I had a dream that two geodes/crystals were growing out of my side and when I pulled them out it left a gaping wound. I wasn’t hurt but when I tried to show the doctor she didn’t believe me it came from a crystal/rock. When I tried to show her proof of the rocks I couldn’t figure out which one they were because I had so many rocks in my pockets (for those of you that have ever gone to the beach with me I know you’re not surprised). Any dream interpreters out there? What does his mean??? . As for the pic, so much fun forest bathing and soaking up the views from the miles of paths in Rock Creek Park this weekend with @amyhutch7 (such good snaps 📸) and @slolivia.
Avocado head 🥑
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#avocado #avocadohead
Avocado head 🥑 .. . . . . #avocado #avocadohead
William, Nelson, Peter, and Christine stand under the mango tree where they host support groups for people affected by sexual and gender based violence at the Rimenze IDP camp in South Sudan. 
The majority of the staff are residents of the IDP camp a
William, Nelson, Peter, and Christine stand under the mango tree where they host support groups for people affected by sexual and gender based violence at the Rimenze IDP camp in South Sudan. The majority of the staff are residents of the IDP camp and fled their homes two years ago as a result of insecurity and violence in the area. They work tirelessly to meet the psychosocial needs of their community under the supervision of Christine who is getting her BSW at the local university in #Yambio. What an amazing team here and I’m so lucky to have had the opportunity to work with them and learn from them this past week!
1 year + 1 month ago I moved to Houston. I had no idea what the next year would bring and I certainly never expected to love this city as much as I do! But big changes are coming...
1 year + 1 month ago I moved to Houston. I had no idea what the next year would bring and I certainly never expected to love this city as much as I do! But big changes are coming...
So grateful to have been a part of this Emergency Response and for having the opportunity to be with #Tinian as they start their long road to recovery. Thank you for your warmth and hospitality; for your humor while facing such adversity. I’m i
So grateful to have been a part of this Emergency Response and for having the opportunity to be with #Tinian as they start their long road to recovery. Thank you for your warmth and hospitality; for your humor while facing such adversity. I’m in awe of the resilience and impressed by the hard work of the responders, especially @31stmeu.
Nearly 100% of the island has lost their home. Pictured here (sometimes you have to look very close), military has set up tents on the properties which families have moved into while the long road to recovery begins. ————&mdas
Nearly 100% of the island has lost their home. Pictured here (sometimes you have to look very close), military has set up tents on the properties which families have moved into while the long road to recovery begins. ———————— Hardly in the news, but 2 weeks ago cat 5 typhoon #Yutu made landfall on US territory, Mariana islands with wind speeds of 180 mph. #MarianaStrong
That time I got to be co-pilot but didn’t actually get to touch any of the flying instrument things (thank goodness).
That time I got to be co-pilot but didn’t actually get to touch any of the flying instrument things (thank goodness).
 

A typical site on the streets of Kasol. 

Onward, Upward, and Down again from Kasol to Shimla

March 16, 2014

In Dharamsala, we were fortunate to befriend a lovely Israeli-Swedish couple with similar travel plans. The company was welcome and they joined us on the next couple legs of our journey . From Dharamsala we headed to Kasol- a small villiage that, like Dharamsala, is situated in the Himachal Pradesh region bordering the Himalayas. The village itself is nestled into Pravati Valley along the river. The area is quiet, despite being a known destination among travelers. The beautiful scenery and rigorous mountainous trails draw many travelers and outdoor enthusiasts and the fields of marijuana plants draw another crowd. 

The Paravati River nestled in the Valley.

On the banks of the river Marijuana grows freely. 

It was a strange place to be in as travelers. We weren't really looking to lose ourselves in highs of altitude or those that were drug induced so it left us to meander the roads and paths along the periphery of the village. The sights were still spectacular and the people pleasant. 

One of my first interactions with a Baba in the Paravati Valley

We stumbled upon our first Baba sitting outside of a monkey temple (of sorts) where individuals were giving food or money to a scathing, teeth bearing Macaque. We were also invited to enjoy a warm glass of Chai with the owner of a small hotel that we stumbled across while roaming through the woods. He explained how he supported himself on the company of tourists and his apple farm. 

From Kasol we took a day trip to Malana. the trip included a winding journey by car where we passed the first checkpoint I'd seen since arriving in India. The car traveled up and down the mountain before the road ended. We hiked for two more hours down the valley and up the mountain until, at 10,000 feet above sea level, we had reached Malana. 

A young girl from the village collects water for her family. 

The people of Malana live on the periphery of Indian society. They speak their own language and our governed by their own people's republic. The village is poor and formerly only interacted with the external economy through the trade of sheep wool. But as Western foreigners began to visit, they realized another potential profit. Cannabis grows all over the mountain side and was used by the villager for medicinal and material purposes. External visitors taught Malana villagers to market and prophet from the plant, though they have seen little economic stability through the trade of Marijuana. It is rumored that the trade is run by a Western outlaw who is living and running the illegal drug business from a house hidden somewhere in the vast mountain range. 

After our visit to Malana we headed back to the Parvati Valley for another night before moving on. Instead of spending more time in Kasol, we decided to check out Manikaran for the evening. It was a place we didn't know much about but we decided it had to be better then the eerie drug induced solitude of Kasol. And it was. 

Pilgrims bathe in the hot springs of Manikaran next to the roaring Parvati River. 

Manikaran is a holy site for Hindu's and Sikhs. It is known for it's hot springs and it is believed that bathing in the springs along the bank of the Parvati. The hot springs are believed to be holy and by bathing and drinking the water, one might go to heaven. I don't know if if it works the same for travelers and non religious, but soaking in the warm waters certainly felt heavenly given the temperate climate around us. Not to mention we had our best Thali so far with amazing and generous portions of dal, roti, and vegetables. 

After a rest filled night in Manikaran, we woke up early to board the first of two buses before arriving at our destination. Shimla is the capitol of the Himachal Pradesh region and formerly served as the capital of the British in India. The buildings and roads offer a distinctly European feel. The city is full of markets, upscale shopping, movie theaters and universities. It is the home for many middle to upper class Indian families and draws a similar demographic of tourists.  We even managed to catch our first Bollywood film in theaters:

I couldn't have been happier that English Vinglish was premiering considering without subtitles anything else might have been impossible to understand. With half of the scenes filmed in New York, it played off of the funny cultural interactions and misunderstandings we'd been experiencing in India while making me slightly homesick. 

But the most noticeable and memorable aspect of Shimla was was the monkeys. They are everywhere! And aggressive! They even have a giant monkey temple on the outskirts of the city. But before entering you are equipped with a stick to bat the biting and stealing thieves away. 

Monkeys run freely and dominate the city of Shimla.

The monkeys are the cities pest problem and people try all sorts of ways to combat them. Including enshrouding their homes in wire cages to prevent the beasts from attacking or stealing. I have to say prior to coming to Shimla I was largely enamored with monkeys. After leaving Shimla and spending more time in India they became one of my greatest fears! 

Cages are put around porches to protect homes and belongings from monkey intruders

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