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Our third day in Dakar would be our last before moving on to our second destination in Senegal, Ngor Island. As a group, we had made the decision to set out early in the morning to visit the Renaissance Monument without the worry of crowds and excessive heat.

Despite the fact we had been heavily active on the trip so far, I was beginning to feel antsy for some familiar movement. I wore my running clothes while the rest of the group got dressed in social media best 😛.

Fortunately, I wasn’t the only crazy person ready for a staircase workout. However, I was the only woman crazy enough for a staircase workout. As time wore on, more men came out for the morning burn, but my friends and I felt comfortable doing our own thing, and did not have to worry about unwanted attention or comments, thankfully.

The Renaissance Monument was designed by Senegalese architect Pierre Goudiaby Atepa and built by Mansudae Overseas Projects, a North Korean construction company (‼). The monument is a relatively recent institution, and was officially dedicated April 4^th, 2010, Senegal’s National Day and the 50th anniversary of independence from France.

You can probably guess, but it is the tallest statue in Africa.

As it started to get brighter (and warmer), we made another stop at a well-known Dakar landmark, the Mosque of the Divinity. I recognized it from the promo pic United Airlines used for its Senegal route (RIP).

While we didn’t go inside, I had a feeling it probably wouldn’t match up to what we saw the day before…

We made it back to the hotel for one more breakfast, and to officially check out. I have to be honest and say I wasn’t too sure about our next stop of the day…at first I thought we would be bouncing around markets, but I didn’t think we would be changing up our transportation for that.

Keeping my arms tucked because it was too hot lol

This was an example of a “Car Rapide”, a brightly-painted yellow and blue minibus used for public transit in Dakar. The vehicles are adorned with religious slogans, vibrant artwork, and protective hand-painted eyes—and for a hot minute, it was just the four of us in one bus. But within minutes, we were rolling up a hill, picking up more and more people every couple feet!

I suppose it was a form of entertainment, and I learned soon after the bus completed its route that yes, it was indeed for our tourist entertainment. What made it even sillier was the group photo we took at the end of the ride, which the driver of the car rapide (??) invited himself into, along with our guide and a random local who told my friend to “make him famous!”

Soon after, we found our “actual” driver and got back in our black van to head to the destination I thought was going to be our first stop since checking out of BOMA—Marché Soumbédioune.

The sun was finally starting to get to me, and so while some of my friends shopped, I did my best to keep cool in pockets of shade as I found them. My souvenirs have always been photos, and more recently scrapbooking, so shopping at markets is more of an “observational” activity for me 😉.

Things took an interesting turn when we came across a shop owned by a young woman. I didn’t notice anything peculiar at first, but before we knew it, our group—including Jeremies—was somehow invited to sit inside while the shopkeeper cut up fresh papaya. We noticed that the young woman seemed to admire Jeremies, and of course, we took it to the next level and teased him about it.

In fact, we became more attuned to how the women we came across on our trip seemed to be charmed by our guide, for whatever reason 😅. It was all in good fun, though.

After snacking through the papaya and taking a breather from the sun, our group got back into the van to find a suitable restaurant for lunch. We ended up at a restaurant called Jungle, which offered cozy seating, but there was nothing on the menu (of substance) for a vegetarian diner. Jeremies was in shock, but I was the one in shock after learning about his thought process for selecting this place: jungle = green = vegetables = vegetarian.

At least we had our reliable option of Indian cuisine—Shaluc was not too far from the disappointment that was the Jungle. In fact, Senegal had made me grateful for the Indian diaspora—always coming to the rescue of vegetarians globally.

After this meal, which ended up becoming an early dinner, we checked into our next accommodation on Ngor Island, Ngor Madrague.

Compared to BOMA, these accommodations were on the simplistic side. But at least we were only here for one night, during which we learned we had made it onto “mosque TikTok” to our humorous delight.

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The next morning, I didn’t wake up early to run or frolic on the beach like my friends did (got to get those pics for the ‘gram!), but we did eventually meet up for a sub-par breakfast and were rudely accompanied by flies. No pics of that obviously.

The main objective of the day was to explore Lake Retba, or the “pink lake”. However, the images available online are photoshopped beyond belief. The lake was more of a brown hue in-person, but it was still a unique sight to see.

The water’s color is due to Dunaliella salina algae and the lake itself has a salinity level of 40%—we didn’t come prepared with swimsuits to test this with a “float” test, but I mean, look at all the foam on the shore too?!

The salt trade is alive and well, as we saw a number of salt deposits organized in hills along the shore. Some vendors even sell salt-based products right then and there for the eager tourist.

Our excursion at the lake was straightforward, where we went for a group boat ride and took in the views while making sure no one felt off-balance leading to an accidental fall in the water! After our boat ride, we quickly got back on the road to the dismay of the local vendors—in our defense, we had a long ride ahead to our next accommodation, Hôtel Palm Beach Resort & Spa in Saly.

The 1hr and 33 min estimate is a joke btw…safest bet is to double whatever Google suggests when traveling in West Africa!

BOMA still ranked at the top of my list, but checking into this resort felt like a major step up from our accommodations at Ngor Island. The resort was packed with white French tourists who could have easily been mistaken for White Lotus characters.

While the views were great and dinner offered many options thanks to it being a buffet, I learned that this accommodation would also be our accommodation for the last night of our trip. We would actually be driving back north to “spend Christmas in the desert”…

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Hard to believe I had been in Senegal for five days at this point, but the adventure continued! I woke up early enough to see the sun start to rise, and was able to fit in a short run along a paved path that cut through the beach.

Breakfast at the buffet was sub-par in regards to variety, but what called my attention was the Nutella container and the waffle guy—not the guy, but the fact that he was in charge of preparing fresh waffles for my breakfast amusement.

We were soon all packed up and back in the van—our next destination was three hours away according to Google which…wasn’t too far off actually! We were specifically staying at Hôtel OKAÏ in the Lompoul desert.

There were no surprises when it came to arriving at our destination. We were literally driving over sand for about 15 minutes before approaching the “parking lot” which again, was just sand. We had some assistance with our luggage, and were given the grand tour before getting our rooms assigned.

The pool was indeed luxurious, but the water was too cold for me!!

With it being so isolated in the desert, the resort was definitely a place meant for unwinding and detaching. The rooms were spacious and clean (they were like luxury glamping huts), although everywhere we walked was sand, except for the paved area by the pool and dining area.

Lunch of course was a humorous event. It took a lengthy discussion between Jeremies, the chef, and our waiter to clarify what a vegetarian meal to my liking consists of. I tried to communicate that I’d be satisfied with a plate of flavored steamed veggies (mixed in sauce already or on the side), but that I needed some type of bready carb as well. Outside of our Indian jaunts, this ended up being my go-to meal request throughout the trip, and sometimes to my delight I would get bread with my veggies while oftentimes not.

Nevertheless, the chefs always did their best, and the presentation of our lunch was impeccable.

You can probably guess where I was sitting

After lunch, it was definitely time for a nap. We headed back to our rooms and I slept for a solid hour, which felt exactly right after the morning’s travel and the full desert heat.

Once we woke up, Aneesa and I decided to check out the pool. Unfortunately, it was still a little too cold for my liking, but I did what any good friend would do and take on the role of photographer.

There was not much to do after that and before dinner, even though the hotel offered a few desert activities, including motorbiking over sand dunes. Just wasn’t our style though.

At least we had a Christmas Eve dinner buffet to look forward to, but as expected, my options were still fairly limited—mostly vegetables, potatoes, and finally some bread—but there were also cakes for dessert, so I was able to indulge a little.

After dinner, most of our group was ready to call it a night. The desert temperature had dropped significantly, and with the wind picking up, it was not exactly comfortable to keep sitting outside.

The funny part is that we apparently slept through the main entertainment. Later that night, the staff gathered around a campfire with drums, music, and dancing. Some of the tourists even joined in and took turns dancing. Jeremies had recorded a video of it, and just like with our appearance on “mosque TikTok”, we could not contain ourselves at the sight of someone’s uncle really going all out with campfire dance moves.

The next morning marked the start of our next adventure. We had a long drive ahead of us back down toward the border of Senegal and The Gambia, where the next part of the trip would begin. If you are going to pay attention to any of these posts, I highly recommend this next one, and I highly do not recommend a trip to The Gambia anytime soon.

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I never thought I would be one of those bloggers who would disappear “without a trace” for more than a year…but it happened. It’s hard to pinpoint a specific reason why I decided to step away…at first it was unintentional, and then as the months went by, I felt comfortable with my new routines and newfound passions. In a way, I felt like I’d always have this space, if and when I chose to come back to it. Same thing with the podcast (ya’ll remember Pour the Coffee ?). With my friend and co-host leaving the project to start a new chapter in her life (motherhood), the podcast became something I still had, but I wasn’t publishing episodes as frequently…just when I felt like it.

My website domain and hosting renewals were coming up, and to be honest, I was contemplating shutting down the blog. My main reasons for keeping it up—at least maybe going into next year—are 1) I’m still very much annoyed when anyone uses the term “first generation Indian-American” when they are simply a “second gen desi”. “First generation” is literally the immigrant generation—why is everyone trying to be first all the time when they’re not? Lol!

So if the my blog’s URL helps with piquing curiosity and understanding why “second gen desi”, one mission accomplished ✅.

And 2) I still love looking back at all the posts I’ve written on the second gen experience, living abroad, running, and traveling. I will say my current interests have shifted—it’s been two years since I’ve been an expat, and that lifestyle is not something that interests me at this time—but I love to see that people still find my post about the EU Blue Card useful.

But now? What do I feel like writing about then?

After this long blog hiatus since mid-2024—sparked by a lack of motivation and unclear direction—I shifted my energy toward a creative dream I’d long put on hold: modeling.

What started as a gut-driven exploration quickly turned into a year-plus of runway auditions, portfolio-building, and fashion week experiences in NYC and LA, and internationally in cities like Cannes and Belgrade. While I haven’t entirely abandoned writing or podcasting, modeling became the more energizing outlet, offering both personal growth and professional connections. I figured, if I am going to have a comeback post now, might as well be about the one thing that stole me away from blogging in the first place!

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Modeling today is incredibly saturated. The “rules” of traditional modeling have dissolved thanks to social media and shifting aesthetics. For me, modeling has always been a dream, but I’ve also never intended to do it full-time. I enjoy balancing my scientific career with my creative pursuits.

It’s frustrating that the industry—and the public—often want to box people into one thing. But I thrive in multiple spaces. Modeling is just one part of my enriching and multi-faceted life.

Despite its challenges, modeling has brought immense joy. I’ve been selective with the work I take on, aiming for high-fashion editorial and artistic runway shows. Thanks to my job (the one that allows me to have a decent, sustainable salary lol), I’ve had the flexibility and financial means to travel to cities and countries for shows and shoots.

While compensation is ideal, I’m not driven by money. I’m more focused on networking, building credibility, and hopefully working with respected brands or designers through the connections I make. The real value lies in the experiences, the creative collaborations, and the freedom to pursue this on my own terms.

But believe me, like with anything I’ve set out to do, modeling is BOUNTIFUL when it comes to frustrations and irritations…below are just some highlights, I’d love to dive deeper into these topics in future posts perhaps, or maybe spill all the beans on a podcast episode 🙃:

1. The “Money” Question

One of my biggest pet peeves is getting asked that ridiculous question—“Did you get paid for that shoot/show?” Why is that anyone’s business? No one asks tennis players at the country club if they got paid for a match. Modeling, especially at the freelance level, is saturated and competitive. Many models, especially newer ones, do unpaid gigs for exposure or portfolio growth. And there’s nothing wrong with that if you’re having fun (which I feel like people have forgotten how to do in recent years).

Now that I have been modeling for over a year, I do consider myself more experienced, but will still often do things unpaid if I think it is worth my time or will offer me networking opportunities that will eventually work in my favor. Until I do land that “big gig” (which, in reality, is a rare occurrence even for the most well-represented models), I might as well have fun with the gigs I choose to do!

2. Poor Communication Skills Among Creatives

Many creatives in this space—photographers, designers, and other models—struggle with basic communication. Ghosting, vague responses, and last-minute cancellations are frequent occurences. As someone with a high emotional IQ and a professional background that values clear, empathetic communication, it can get incredibly frustrating.

Photographers holding back photos, designers changing models without informing them—unfortunately, there’s often lack of communication and professionalism in this space. When I walked in a show in Cannes earlier this summer, I had one of the designers I was supposed to walk for in a show replace me last minute without even telling me. I happened to see her talk to the show organizer out of the blue, looking in my direction. I knew something was up, and even the organizer disclosed to me that she thought the designer’s behavior was unprofessional. Despite the anger I felt about the situation, I took it all in stride. I was already walking for other designers who were happy with my look and wanted to work with me. I wanted to prioritize that and showcase their designs in the best light versus being hung up on one designer who did not want to work with me. Not my fault if others have communication issues and are unable to express their thoughts to others in a mature manner…

3. Cliquishness + Fake “Open Calls”

Open calls often pretend to be inclusive, but in reality, they repeatedly use the same faces. When you reach out to collaborate with other creatives and are told “nothing is in the works,” only to see them working with the same individuals they always work with—it’s disingenuous and undermines the push for real diversity.

I was more sensitive to this when I first started modeling, only because it did feel like a clique I wasn’t able to get into. But by looking outside the local community and willing to travel for opportunities, the probability of landing more opportunities increased. Now, I am pretty happy with the trajectory of my network, and I am always looking for the next *new* opportunity. I also treat model castings and applications like applying for a job—apply for every single one that interests you, log it, and move on! If they’re interested, you will hear back. And it doesn’t hurt to follow-up either!

4. Protecting Your Boundaries in a Shifting Industry

With AI and other emerging tech, models now have to be even more cautious. Some runway shows sneak in clauses allowing the use of your image in AI training, which is obviously a red flag for me. I’m also wary of the photographers and designers I choose to work with from a safety perspective—revealing boudoir or swimwear is not something I’m comfortable with, though I do see plenty of models who choose to participate in those types of shoots or shows. To each their own, but the risk of exploitation in those types of modeling is unfortunately higher.

That’s why boundaries, intention, and self-advocacy are crucial. I’m very selective about who I work with now, especially as someone who keeps my modeling world somewhat separate from my professional and personal circles. It’s not about hiding—it’s about protecting the creative space I’ve built for myself.

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This year has been incredibly hectic on all fronts, which I absolutely love. I’ve always loved staying busy, and having my hands full, even if it means exhaustion. Going forward with this blog, I guess I could write about my experience in upcoming fashion shows, interesting travels, or even the basic, tried-and-true “If We Were Having Coffee” posts just to keep in touch, but I don’t want to make any promises.

*Fashion show in Belgrade, Serbia—just 1.5 years after I visited the country for the first time! Life is so funny.*

If you’ve stuck around this long, waiting for me to come back, I appreciate that with all my heart. I may not be the same Pree I was when you started following my journey, but I can assure you that my life right now is anything but boring!

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I’ve had a love-hate relationship with solo travel over the years, but after a spontaneous weekend away in Maui back in February, several realizations have occurred to me:

I will forever be a summer baby/beach girl – I tried getting into seasons when I moved to Milan, to the point where I was actually excited to wear a winter coat after 20+ years in California where seasons were practically non-existent. However, my patience wore thin quickly after my first January in Italy. All of this to say that I thrive in environments that hover within the 60-80°F range, and that I prefer warm over cold. Hawaii—especially Maui—absolutely fits the bill.

If you are mentally craving alone time, that’s normal and should be honored – Until recently, I saw my independence/ease with doing things alone as a strength, but also as something I had to do because the people in my circle wouldn’t cooperate with me as much as I with them. In the latter part of my stay in Italy and in the early months of my move to Austin, I was trying (too) hard to avoid being alone, and to make sure I was always doing something with someone, even if it was a one-time meeting and I never heard from the person again (Bumble BFF shenanigans…). But lately? I don’t give a damn. In fact, I’ve been craving alone time, to do anything and everything I want without negotiation or compromise…maybe it is subconscious retaliation after trying so hard to control things that I just will never be able to control (i.e. flaky people 🙄).

The place where you choose to be alone absolutely matters – I got bored easily in Sweden and Vancouver, Canada. Freiburg felt like a relief, but I visited at a time when I was beginning to feel jaded with Europe (similar with Porto and Budapest—these cities were amazing, but the environment wasn’t enough to distract me into having blissful fun). Hawaii however has been a place that has effortlessly transformed my perspective and mood—first in Kauai with my sister, and then in Maui on my own. Maybe it’s the weather, the laid-back attitudes of the locals, the fresh food, the water, the time zone so distant from everyone else on the planet, or all of the above, but Hawaii hands-down is one of the few places I’ve visited on this lonely planet that makes me feel happy no matter what.

I’ll preface this recap to say I was far from feeling happy prior to the trip. I had a rough start to 2024, though not as difficult as prior years had been. Sudden changes at work, feeling misunderstood after events that occurred in late 2023, and the sudden drop in temperatures all contributed to my feeling stressed and angry. Womanly hormones and PMS/PMDD did not help either.

Maui came to mind when my mind harkened back to six months prior, lounging on a Kauai beach with my sister. I figured, why not head out to Hawaii again and why not check out a new island? If I wanted to do it, nothing was stopping me.

And that’s another thing—when you have the privilege of being free (be it in a financial-context, from family commitments, having a flexible work schedule, etc.), it really does feel more exciting to venture out alone. It also helps if the trip serves as a stand-alone adventure, and not necessarily a distraction from life’s challenges.

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Of course, I was busy with work up until the very last minute before my trip, and I had doubts as to why I even planned the trip! I had to time my layover just right to be available for a time-sensitive call on the Friday I was traveling. I was fortunately able to make it work, thanks to the Capital One Lounge at the Denver Airport, where I helped myself to complimentary cappuccinos and churro custard cups before boarding my flight to Maui.

Finally being in a cozy financial situation also makes solo travel more manageable.

When I arrived to Maui seven hours later, I actually didn’t feel too worn out! My Friday immediately became longer, and it’s as if being on island soil was the solution I had needed all along to melt away the stress that had been plaguing me for weeks.

Knowing I wanted to take it easy while away and on my own, I kept my planned itinerary light with just one major thing planned per day. Depending on how I felt, I would decide what I would do for the remainder of the day—if I had a jolt of energy, I’d be down to explore some more, otherwise I had no issues taking it easy and yes, sleep if I wanted to!

Landing at 4pm meant picking up my car (or should I say mini- van…that’s all they had left when I rolled in!) and grabbing dinner since Hawaiian establishments are notorious for closing up “early”. While I wanted to check out a vegan food truck that Google reported was in the area, I ended up with a tray of cheesy fries from a gyro truck because the vegan food truck in question was indeed closed.

Still, I couldn’t complain too much: gobbling up cheesy carbs in 75°F weather with other hungry Hawaiians and tourists on a Friday evening was quite enjoyable.

My guest room in the Airbnb I stayed featured in the top right

Driving over to my Airbnb room rental in the charming village of Paia (Pai-ee-ah) was only made gorgeous by the sunset that was occurring around 7pm. After checking in, I made my way to the small town’s “center”, bought myself a cup of ice cream, and proceeded to walk to the nearby beachfront.

No free falling coconuts. Just a cool ocean breeze and quiet for miles and miles.

I went to sleep soon after, since I had a 7 mile run planned before heading out to volunteer with a local organization the next morning. The run reminded me of my early morning wake-up calls when I lived in LA and Orange County. Somehow I had the stamina to wake up at 5am to squeeze in a 5-7 mile run before showering and going to lab. Now living in Texas, I struggle with having to wake up before 7am—I want to believe it’s my body responding differently in various time zones, but who knows!

After the run which was mostly run in pitch-black darkness, I got myself a coffee and then drove to Lahaina where the volunteering event was taking place. I had the opportunity to volunteer with Maul Cultural Lands, specifically by showing up on the Saturday morning I was in Maui to participate in one of their Maintenance Participation Days in Honokowai Valley.

Back in 1999 (lol), it was found that beneath extensive foliage, there were a vast number of archaeological sites that included homes, farms, trails and places of worship (heiaus) in Honokowai. Honokowai most likely vanished due to a shift of the islands’ economy to sugar plantations, and stream water was diverted for cultivation of sugar crops. Without fresh stream water to sustain the community, the village perished, and families had to abandon the valley. The founder—who I got to meet and work with, Ed Lindsey— founded Maui Cultural Lands to facilitate the restoration of cultural sites including Honokowai. The volunteer program is open to locals and visitors alike, so I met a fair mix of all ages and genders. I even met another female solo traveler visiting from Tampa, Florida!

The ride up to the valley was like being in Jurassic Park—a bunch of us hopped onto the back of a pick-up truck and were literally rolling around because of the unpaved roads covered in boulder-like rocks. It was an adventure for sure!

At the top, we spent the next two and a half hours going over safety protocol and getting to work. After pulling weeds, tagging indigenous plants that the group has been trying to promote the growth of, and getting a nature lesson from Ed, we were treated to lunch. It was a nice moment to relax and chat with everyone who had spent their morning working on a unified goal. My friend from Tampa and I exchanged numbers and were able to meet later that evening, so it was another situation where traveling solo without any pressure led to unexpected company.

Native fruits and potluck-style baked goods for our volunteer community lunch

I left that morning feeling fulfilled and proud that I got to engage with locals in a natural way, while contributing to a great cause. This volunteer activity was one of the anchoring pieces of my solo itinerary. In my opinion, “volunteering on vacation” makes the time away so much more memorable, especially if you are traveling alone. It’s a great way to meet others and bond quickly, since volunteer projects usually bring together open-minded and empathetic individuals. I mean, when’s the last time anyone saw a tech bro helping out at the food kitchen 🤷🏽‍♀️?

You can learn more about Maui Cultural Lands here, and even sign up to volunteer.

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I did spend that evening with my Tampa friend—a fun event in itself as we were trying to catch a hula show not realizing they’ve been cancelled since the fires—and we made the best of the night by walking over to Whaler’s Village which had tons of shops and restaurants. We settled on a poke restaurant (she had never had it before!) and we chatted about our careers, solo traveling, and even astrology on the long drive back to Paia in my soccer momma mini-van 😂.

I appreciated this new-found companionship, but I also relished the time I spent alone earlier in the day post-volunteering. I was able to select a lunch spot of my choosing without having to cater to others’ preferences. So, it was a GO for vegan!

As much as traveling with others provides convenience and some sort of comfort, I will never take for granted being able to type in “vegan near me” in Google anywhere I am traveling solo. It most often leads to delicious, nutritious, and filling veggie bowls with savory proteins, or “knock-off pulled pork” sandwiches made with shredded seitan drenched in BBQ sauce.

Vegan Caesar Bowl with Tempeh from AA Roots

“Pulled Pork” Sandwich from Earth Aloha Eats

I also enjoy sipping on local kombuchas and probiotic sodas. Finding new food and drink brands and having the chance to try them will always keep my the foodie in my heart happy.

If you are someone who lives to eat (like me, lol), I’m sure you can understand the beautiful freedom that comes with being able to pick what you want to eat when going out or traveling, or traveling with others who also agree with your palate. Not having the guilt the accompanies being on the “winning side” of a compromise is such a relief.

The next day brought about another fair mix of solo and group activities, however the latter still ended up feeling like a solo adventure. I first got my long run of 15 miles out of the way, mixing in steep Paia hills as well as beach views. I then made my way to Wailuku for my first snorkeling experience!

The company I picked was the first one that popped up on Google (Maui Snorkeling, lol) and overall, they were efficient from start to finish. It was about a three-hour trip in total: one hour sailing to Molokini Crater, snorkeling at Molokini, and sailing back. In this time, we were educated on safety protocol, got a crash-course in snorkeling, and even had a simple sandwich lunch on the way back.

I didn’t particularly bond with anyone in this group, though there were two other female solo travelers (one was a hippie-like local, lol!). There was a family of four (with two adult children) who were obnoxious beyond belief. Hey, there are some moments during solo travel where it’s best to just stay in your lane and not even try with some people.

I had a sliver of anxiety at the beginning, diving into cold water and figuring out how to breathe with the thingamajig in and around my face, but I eventually found my rhythm. While it’s not something that excites me as much as vegan food, I’m glad I had the chance to try it, and I’m even more glad that it was something I was able to tackle solo.

Of course I ended the evening with vegan food (that “pulled pork” sandwich from above).

My final planned event for my solo trip was a photoshoot with a local photographer. I found Michael on social media, and he was happy to take some fresh photos for my modeling portfolio. He was easy to work with, and not feeling nervous helped with the final product: I ended up with awesome photos to update my comp card with! Traditionally, he does family, couples, and wedding shoots, but Michael’s flexibility in helping me carry out my vision for a solo/modeling-oriented photoshoot made me feel genuine excitement for my solo trip to Maui…something I had never experienced before.

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Being solo in Maui in February, at a time when the rest of world was in the doldrums, was the best gift I’ve given myself this year. It’s now an example of what I would like my future solo trips to look like, although not everywhere I travel to can have temperate weather, ocean views for miles, and can keep me happy for no apparent reason.

I didn’t feel like this in Sweden or Vancouver, or even Porto, and I think it’s because I allowed myself to have a plan consisting of things I know I’d enjoy, while not fully committing to anything if I didn’t feel like it. I don’t think I have the secret formula for planning the perfect female solo traveler trip, but this one right here is getting me pretty dang close…

New tradition every time I visit Hawaii. I forsee more shave ice with mochi in the future <3

What was your most memorable and fun solo trip?

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The more that time passes, the more I feel empowered with each decision I make that checks off the following:

I am doing something I love, or if it is something I’ve never tried before, I’m giving it my best effort to make it something I love.
I am putting myself first—my wants, my needs—absolutely first.
I am able to share experiences with others—relationships old and new—to create memories I’d rather keep than fancy, expensive materials.

My recent trip to Austria (Vienna and Salzburg) checked off all of this and much more, which is probably why it was one of my most favorite trips of 2023 to-date. It wasn’t Austria that made it perfect: while it was a great backdrop, the reasons I went were what made the trip so wonderful.

As I mentioned earlier this year on the blog, I left Italy after almost three years in April 2023 to return home to the USA. What followed were events (both negative and positive) that severely impacted the direction my life would take.

Through it all, I emerged like a phoenix, stronger and better than before, while still allowing myself to grow. Finally landing my dream job (at least related to financial stability and my educational background, lol) has helped me to finance a lot of the things I’ve been doing and planning as of late. And that includes travel. I know that not everyone can make “short and frequent” trips across the globe as they wish, so I am grateful for a salary and life situation (i.e. no kids) that bolsters a lifestyle where I can put myself first.

Since I work for a company that offers an amazing time-off plan (vacation days along with personal days), my boss encouraged me to use the personal days I had accumulated since my recent hire for time off in 2023, rather than dip into my vacation days since those could roll over into the next year. Thanksgiving break (normally the fourth Thursday and Friday in November) was the perfect opportunity to head back to Europe, almost seven months since my departure.

To be honest, I would not have visited Austria on my own. In a lot of ways, I feel “Europe’d out”, in the sense that if you visit a region frequently enough, it all starts to blend together and feel boring, I went for my dear friend Glenis (check out her Pour the Coffee episode!), one of the few souls I bonded with during my time in Italy, since we both faced challenges during our time there. I was looking forward to seeing her, and learning why Austria was able to capture her heart and become her new home in just a matter of months!

There were a few curious critics who didn’t understand why I’d make such a “long” trip for only a “short” time. “Aren’t you going to visit your family for Thanksgiving?” was the main question I had to respond to while secretly rolling my eyes. One of the reasons I’m glad to be based home again is because I can see my family any time I want. Now, a three hour drive will fix any domestic homesickness I have, versus when I was living in Italy and felt obligated to use my Christmas and summer holidays to spend 2-3 weeks with my Dad especially.

Like I said earlier, I’m grateful for factors that allow me to “pick up and go”, as I acknowledge most people can’t. But for me, three days in Austria was plenty, and it was an effective way to 1) take advantage of a national holiday break, 2) see my dear friend again after many months, and 3) travel to a new country and visit new cities.

In the three full days I spent on Austrian soil, Glenis and I spared no minute. We talked, laughed, explored, ate, drank, and reminisced on how much our lives have changed in less than a year, in mostly good ways.

Highlights from the trip included:

Ditching a walking tour halfway to go exploring on our own, only to discover a unique art gallery and associated café, where we met an amazingly kind server and coffee-break’d with some of Austrian’s oldest—don’t ask me why we were the only millennials in Dorotheum’s coffee shop 😅.
Eating dinner at IKEA near Westbahnhof (twice, lol) and being the only two people in the entire IKEA cafeteria to receive chocolates from Santa.
Cracking ourselves up at Motzart’s museums in Salzburg: who knew two modern-day women in their early thirties could resonate so much with a musical prodigy of the 1700s who ended up a fumbling gambler with approximately 42,000 euros in debt, lol 😶.
Using the metro, tram, and European trains again, remembering to be thankful for the convenience a car provides.
Poking fun at the Italian influences while reconnecting my German language neurons—my passive high school German still seemed pretty fresh!
Tons of inside jokes and deep belly laughs—absolute tons 💕.

Three days was just enough for me for this particular trip, but it is always difficult to say goodbye to a good friend, not knowing when the next time we will reunite will be. This is one of the reasons why I don’t mind traveling for others, if I can afford it. It’s something I mentioned to Glenis and to others in recent times: if someone I know from outside the US is coming to the US, I will gladly hop on a plane and make a meet-up happen, regardless of the city they will be in. Likewise, I now try to tell anyone I know in a region I’m planning travel to that I’m coming, in case they can meet up with me.

This sounds like a lot of work, and I guess that explains how far I will go to keep relationships I’ve created alive. I know most don’t see it as a priority, feeling content with the 2-3 main people in their local lives and maybe the occasional invite to the destination wedding of a college roommate. For what I’ve experienced, my view on travel makes sense for me, even if it is not the norm. And hey, it also makes me an amazing friend if you wish to have me as one 😏😉.

While it would be great to have a friend in every country on the planet to help guide me, as well as provide good company, I know there may be places I may have to venture to on my own. Sometimes it’s easier to book the tickets and go versus coordinating schedules and budgets, even if that means sacrificing a shared experience with a good friend or loved one.

A Texan in Salzburg—❄❄❄ the picture does not reflect how cold I was!! ❄❄❄

Next year, I plan to travel for work of course, but I also hope to squeeze in more trips to see old friends or friends I’ve connected with virtually, but have not met in person yet. It would be amazing to check off new countries, let alone new continents—Australia, Africa, and South America are still places that I have yet to explore.

I’m used to living a life not normal by any standards, and I love it. Cheers to many more travels, on my own terms ❣

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Back in August, my sister and I traveled to Hawaii for the very first time. Our island selection was purely based on which was cheapest to fly into on our selected dates from Austin, Texas—travel planning at its finest 😂.

Lucky for us, one of Hawaii’s most beautiful islands—Kauai—was the “cheap” one to fly into from the bunch. When I started sharing our travel plans with others, everyone who had been could not stop commenting on the jungle lure and true South Pacific vibes this particular island had to offer.

Even with the hype, my sister and I still waited until a few days before to finalize our itinerary, and given the nature of my job at the time, I was remote working for part of the trip. Despite all of this, we had no complaints, but there were moments I couldn’t help but mock regarding our so-called “vacation life”.

Read on as I poke fun at our adventures, as “lazy girls in Hawaii” 🤙

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Rent a car under your name, but have your sister drive you around because you get “chronic headaches” and super sleepy after meals. I am the worst traveler in that my body malfunctions and/or shuts down during travel. I used to be able to knock-out on planes as a kid, but the smaller seats and barbarians who like to recline their seat way too far prevent me from accumulating precious sleep hours. Instead, I arrive to my destination with jet-lag induced headaches super hungry, and upon eating my first meal, I can feel my eyes start to droop. Definitely not safe if you need to drive around, so thank goodness for my travel partner sister, lol.

We got “upgraded” to a bigger car. It definitely was roomy and it did have good AC, which was super important for us lol.

Participate in Kauai Humane Society’s dog field trip program by selecting the oldest, least energetic dog, only to have him pee on your beach umbrella. In my defense, I wanted to take out their cattle dog. but he got snatched up right away. I also didn’t want to push it since my energy levels were pretty low after a long day spent at the beach, fully exposed to all the UV, the day before. Brockstein seemed great for a while…until I decided to take a break in the water and leave him with my sister for ten minutes. Of course he had to relieve himself on the beach umbrella and our only towel, of course…

Nah, but he was a sweet soul. It pains me every time I see a senior dog at the shelter, knowing that the likelihood of them being adopted and living their final years in a home with a loving family is statistically low :/. Out of all the things we did in Kauai, I highly recommend incorporating this into your itinerary.

Stock up on local snacks to save money and take a break from the few vegan-friendly places on the entire island. The one thing I did do research on prior to our trip was the vegan foodie scene. Kauai does have a couple of intriguing vegan cafes and restaurants. Our favorite ended up being The Spot close to where we were staying (Princeville), which offered all sorts of intriguing foods and drinks, including an acai bowl that was drenched with macadamia butter—my sister loved that.

When our wallets needed a break, we trekked to some of the local markets and kept an eye out for snacks in the $2-3 range (that’s cheap by Hawaiian standards). These Noms snacks and of course, Hawaiian Host chocolates featuring macadamia, were sensible choices.

Use work meetings as an excuse to have your sister get breakfast for you—hey, give her your credit card cause she’s not your maid! I was in contract-role that prevented me from taking a paid vacation during the time of our Kauai vacation, so I decided to work the days we were there so that I could fund the vacation 😂. To me this isn’t a bizarre concept, being a millennial professional who has lived through the COVID-era. I wasn’t hula hooping over the fact I had to be up at 5am to attend meetings, but at least I finished at 1pm local time, and that gave us plenty of time to vacation. It’s all about balance, ya’ll.

These delicious beauties were a find from my sister—her Holey Grail discovery was theeee best

Let your sister shop to her heart’s content because you’d rather take a nap in the car. My sister is a shopper, I am not. All of her friends far and wide were gifted with trinkets from our travels. Most of my friends didn’t even realize I was in Hawaii until it popped up on their social media. If I don’t even know what I want for myself, how could I begin to figure out gifts for others? Instead, I entertained myself with naps in the car and taking on the title of chicken anthropologist—the Hawaiian kind are worthy of their own reality show.

While she shopped, I devoured native delicacies like shaved ice

Make at least one day a dedicated beach day so you can have your mandatory summer vacation pics for Insta. This summer, I wore a swimsuit four times. I can’t even recall the last time I had a summer where I wore a swimsuit more than once…given that I am an August baby, I know that’s pitiful. At least I wore my swimsuit in Hawaii twice, and it took an incredible amount of effort to do just that. My sister was a great photographer, and I paid the favor back. Now we have proof that we vacationed in Hawaii, even if it is “basic”.

If you have to chase down a beach umbrella blowing in the wind at Poipu, it will look comical AF so make sure your sister has her camera out to capture the ridiculousness of it all. Poipu is an oft-cited, well-known area of Kauai, but it wasn’t our favorite. It was too far south from where we stayed in Princeville (we found North Shore in general to be more our vibe, and Hanalei was our favorite beach). We chose to not go for a swim that day, but to lounge with a beach umbrella sans doggo.

If you’re into surfing and high tides, Poipu is definitely more your style. There were a lot of swimmers and surfers hangin’ ten and it honestly looked like a lot of fun. Unfortunately for us this meant a lot of wind, and at one point, our beach umbrella was literally ripped from the sand, tumbling through the air. After having run a speed workout that morning, my legs were incredibly sore, yet I pushed (as well as tripped and plodded like a buffoon) towards the umbrella hoping to grab it before it stabbed someone in the eye. Luckily I got it, but I wish I had a video to share. By the end of it I was laughing while also trying not to collapse—it was too hilarious a sight.

Don’t see any sea turtles (honu) even though everyone says you will. Stalk chickens instead. I didn’t see any turtles (except for one that looked beached at Poipu 😬), but I did see ALL the chickens and as I stated earlier, their lives are WILD.

My first day in Kauai is mostly chicken pics

If you start to miss Texas by Day 4, don’t worry, you are not going crazy. You just thought you would be able to escape humidity for a bit but the Garden Island laughed in your face. While the intermittent rain was refreshing, the stabbing heat and humidity that followed right after was not. Running through said heat and humidity was something I was accustomed to coming from Texas, but it was also something I was trying to escape from, LOL.

Do not go hiking at Ho’opi’i Falls. It will not take 20 minutes and you will not be amused by the guava on the forest floor. Why is it every time I go hiking with a family member or close friend, it is always a disaster 😂? Someone didn’t bring water, someone didn’t wear the right shoes, someone is too tired…okay, a lot of the times it’s me 😅, but I like to thank running for my endurance/fitness, both physically and mentally.

In addition to a beach day, my sister and I wanted to check off at least one waterfall hike, and Ho’opi’i sounded reasonable. Unfortunately it wasn’t, as the paths were wet and muddy from the morning rain, and the trail (despite being supposedly walked upon by locals and tourists alike) was difficult to decipher. As we motioned further and further into the “jungle”, every time we would spot someone heading back we would ask them how long it took to get to the falls. “Ummm, twenty minutes?”. Perhaps the next “influencer” who makes a trip to Kauai can make a reel about this: how long does it really take to get to Ho’opi’i Falls?

Eventually we made it, and absolutely captured it on camera.

Don’t be surprised if you are sick for two solid weeks post-vacation, eye infection included. This is literally what happened to us. Within a day from returning, my sister and I had varied symptoms for what we could only conclude to be some type of flu. I had intermittent fevers, and eventually a cough/sinus problems for about a total of two weeks post-trip. We were COVID negative, but the weird part was the eye infection that my sister developed at the tail-end of her sickness ordeal. So, be prepared for any tropical bugs, I guess?

And last, but not least, watch me whip and watch me NENE!! If anyone gets the reference, you are a true millennial, but nene are in fact Hawaii’s national bird! It was a gorgeous sight to see them on my runs, relaxed on their land, against the backdrop of lush green and bright blue.

Would you be a “lazy girl” in Kauai or more adventurous 🐢?

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