OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWith each new country, city, and soil that I land on, I unpack my bags, scribble a journal entry, and then turn to my one constant—yoga. I’ve been instructed in yoga in Italian while studying in Florence, felt the soft sand under my palms in...
If I had no sense of smell I might have enjoyed the cow dung on my hands—cooling and wet in India’s summer heat. Instead I channeled spoiled suburban girl as we cleared the mud floors of the stable. I took shallow breaths to keep from retching, and wondered if the ash...
They offered me water, they offered me chai. They accepted my late-flight fiasco with understanding. It might have been a high fashion international magazine, but this was not the Hearst building. This was winter in Mumbai, but the city hadn’t heard. My hair curled...
