The Haïti I knew
On the street where my Grann lived for over 25 years, families who lived in a house by themselves were privileged. If you had a legitimate e
The Haïti I knew
Travel shaming is lame
Chocolat: On being a black female traveller in Morocco
An angel named Hannah
Travel blogging and the terrible twos
My family and yours are the reason why airlines stopped using stainless steel cutlery in coach
When it comes to haggling, choose your battles
Food fight: A battle over baklava
Lorsque le touriste devient voyeur
How Montenegro (and other countries) made it on the list
I’m a beach snob, and I’m not ashamed to say it
La famille élargie haïtienne ou l’ancêtre de Airbnb
When tourists become the attraction
That time when speaking 3.5 languages was of no use (A quick guide to surviving in Seoul)
Cadillac, Che, Camaguey, Cuba
Shots in the City