Alright, so: I was going to do a whole recap post of the last few days — the 36 hours of travel, our 15-mile jaunt through Auckland, how mind-blowing it is to finally put our feet down half-way across the world in accomplishment of a hard-earned dream. But then I realized that there’s a huge… Read More How I Was Scared Shitless (But Did It Anyway)
We leave for New Zealand in three days. F*%k. So in total avoidance and complete denial of this truth, I’ve been reading a lot, and I’ve come upon an important quote. “She led him to the edge. She picked the deep end on purpose. They stood side by side, their toes curled over the edge.… Read More One, Two, Three
I started drafting this on a bus and then started crying. That’s how I knew it was important for me to write. I dedicate this one to Jaz — a young and brilliant creator, activist and fellow Filipina who sent me a beautiful message about representation and inspired me to write. Hope you like!
Hi, friends! Berna here. I’m the brown one in the obnoxious banner up top. If you’re confused, here’s more about us, and here’s more about me. Let’s dive right in, shall we? Like a true type-A child of first-generation immigrants slash overachieving Bay Area Millennial Asian (SHE’S ASIAN?!), the second Peter and I decided to… Read More Where Are The Brown/Funny/Honest Travel Bloggers?
When I first left for college an entire car was filled with things I thought I couldn’t live without. When I left for the Peace Corps I had two checked bags and a large pack. Moving to San Francisco I brought a duffel and backpack. For this trip, I’ll be bringing one bag. Understanding what’s… Read More What’s (in) my Bag? – Peter
If you’re like me and can’t focus because the world is terrible, here are some things we do – and DO NOT – have to do about Charlottesville.… Read More What We Do & Do Not Have To Do
I wrote this on a plane an hour ago, and am sitting in the terminal publishing it, wildly unedited, because I know if I don’t do it now, I’ll get distracted and will never do it. Also, Trump is one of our presidential candidates. So, clearly, you just never GD know what’ll happen. Dear 17-Year-Old-Me… Read More Dear 17-Year-Old Me That Was Afraid To Grow Up