“Where is everyone?” Inez asks the bespectacled old man standing at the makeshift entrance…

In addition to travel writing, I do pen quite a couple food-related pieces…

From a brute hockey player with tousled brown hair to a “gentleman” with gelled and sleeked-back brown hair, the country watched a personal trainer from supposedly nowhere transform from a spontaneous guy to a primped up robot-like prince-in-waiting…

The last few weeks have been quite busy on many fronts….ramping up on my Swedish, immersing fully in a new culture, trying to work smarter, not harder…

When I first found out about the World Diversity Leadership Summit (WDLS) that was held in Vienna in March, I knew I wanted to be involved anyway I could for many reasons…

Came across this tweet by Live Unchained this morning…

I stumble upon what appears to be security once I cross into the domestic travel side of the airport…

My Portuguese seatmate, a small framed man with sunken cheeks and blond highlights streaked through thinning black hair asks me a question 15 minutes before touchdown…

Cryptic Magyar text etched on aging brown walls and modern signposts guide us down stony narrow paths that snake through Belváros in Pesti…

Through loudspeakers connected to a van, a heavily synthesized voice belts out “Back to Sender, O! Back to Sender!”…