Being a Second Generation WOC in America

“Where are you from?”  “Born and raised in Shrewsbury, Mass.”  “No, where are you really from?” It is difficult being of Indian descent having grown up in the United States. It’s like being caught between two different worlds, forever being pulled and shoved back and forth between two nations. I’ve always felt like I was…

Un Aventure En France

When I landed in the Marseille airport, I had no earthly idea what would be in store for me throughout my first three weeks of travel in the beautiful and mysterious south of France. There was so much I had yet to learn. I didn’t know that there are €1 and €2 coins that replace…

On Being Late

In Costa Rica, when someone says, “I’ll be there in five minutes,” five minutes can be anything from 10 to 15 (to even an hour), depending on the context. When I was living back home, I knew that in most situations, being five minutes late somewhere was not a big deal. Dance classes would start…

A Weekend in New Orleans

By: Rebecca Szkutak Three nights in New Orleans, Louisiana made for one of the best weekends I’ve ever had. The weather was beautiful and the action was non-stop as we made our way to all of the important sites, both touristy and not. I was traveling with my good friend, Andrew, and my boyfriend, Kyle,…

Entering Vietnam

Saigon is almost exactly how I read it in class, and how I imagined it would be a thousand times in my head. Times 30. Plus a billion. It is chaotic, the streets crammed with motorcycles that practically kill you; you can feel a slight wind at your side as they just barely miss clipping…

Vang Vieng: How to Get Lost in Asia

We soon arrived in the virtually stoned, hippie village of Vang Vieng, tucked in the jungle mountains of northern Laos. Feeling a little daunted and alone since our good friends had stayed behind us in Luang Prabang, we were both relieved and freaked out to see a ton of Westerners on outdoor cafe beds watching…

Traveler’s Reflections: Chiangmai, Thailand

Thailand is Thai. That is the only real way I can think to describe it. The heat holds you in its arms like a comforting grandmother wrapping you in a fleece quilt on a 98 degree day with 100% humidity. It’s busy, but it’s not as busy as I thought it would be. Everything smells…