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Last year, I went on date to see the movie Kedi at The Music Box here in Chicago. Kedi, in Turkish, simply means "cat," and the film documents the cats in Istanbul who rule the streets and seem, all at once, to belong to everyone and no one. (You can watch the movie here.) The documentary hit a sweet spot for me because, well, CATS, but also because I had spent a month of my travels in Istanbul and around Turkey and remembered fondly all of the cats I saw everywhere while there. There were cats in the streets, cats in...

This is an embarrassingly bad food post. Because I ate a majority of my meals drunk at the hostel. Or was so drunk I forgot to eat. And when I did remember to eat I forgot to take photos. Or the camera battery died because the one in my new point and shoot sucks. Or I went to eat somewhere simply because it had free wi fi. So let's just call Laos a culinary failure for me...

I thought I needed to get away. I thought I needed to stop sleeping with someone 10 years younger than me. I thought I needed to travel on my own again. I thought I needed to keep going with my plan. I thought I needed to do something more "cultural" or some shit like that. I thought I needed to be responsible....

I needed to get out of Vang Vieng. I started feeling like I'd been saying one thing and doing another. Saying that I just want a relationship and sleeping with guys who I probably shouldn't be. Saying that I'm not just on this trip to drink but spending my entire time going out. Saying that I need to be independent and instead following friends....