Last weekend I had the pleasure of hearing Jumana’s story for an editorial and video project coming to @trivago Magazine. Jumana is an Iraqi refugee in Vienna by way of Syria working at the @magdas_hotel along with refugees of 14 other nationalities, speaking 23 languages among them. Good luck finding someone as sweet, funny, kind-hearted, open, and quietly brave as her. Anyone feeling down about the state of the world need only to spend an afternoon with Jumana. I look forward to sharing more of her story and I’m thankful to her for taking the time to tell me about her journey, her dreams, and why not to trust pizza from the train station. Stay tuned.
Seems like there’s always a different trail to hike here in Germany. Even better, I just found out about the existence of buses-und-bahnen.nrw.de, which helps you plan hikes around public transport connections. Yesterday I put it to the test with a day-hike on the Bergischer Weg. Suffice it to say, I think I found my new favorite tool in the Interwebs.
Travel is a privilege in and of itself, so it’s especially rare that someone finds themselves with an invitation to travel a foreign country with a local over a week’s time. I’ve been fortunate enough to spend the past week traveling in Tunisia with a small group led by someone born and raised in the North African country. We saw where he spent his childhood summers on the island of Kerkennah, to Hammamet where half of Tunis goes to escape the heat for a weekend, and finally to the hilly streets outside of the medina in Tunis where he grew up. I’ll remain forever grateful for this truly unique experience, for how it’s once again opened my eyes to a misunderstood corner of the world, and how it’s reinvigorate my own efforts to share these special moments with others.
Of all the good fortune I’ve had in travel, now I have the absurd privilege to be taken to a Tunisian island where we’re quite possibly the only foreigners here; a place where Tunisians vacation for the hot summers to be constantly near the sea and all the sights, smells, and food that come with it.
I’ve become quite passionate about refugees and immigration. When I planned a trip through Vorarlberg, @bodenseevorarlberg and Montafon Tourism tipped me off to what Friedrich Juen is doing in the village of Gargellen to honor the Jewish refugees who fled Austria through the Alps to neutral Switzerland. Friedrich was nice enough to meet up with me one morning for a little walk and talk. Link in the bio for words and the video.
Been on a bit of an Instagram break, but I’m here again to share this shot of Uwe and his Strandfischerei (beach fishery) crew. They’re one of the last ones up in Usedom, Germany sailing out at 4am into the Baltic Sea in a Holzboot and Uwe fears the tradition is bound to die out with them.
@asausagehastwo and I were up there to shoot a little video with support from Usedom.de, telling their story. More soon.
Some people prefer a sunny hike. The proverbial “perfect day” to slip on a pair of walking shoes and wander out in the woods. Not me.
Okay, I cant play Mr. Hardass and pretend I don’t like a little Vitamin D. I do, but it’s not my preference if I get to play weather God and pick.
I’m all about the post-rain hike, when a hard rain just stops (or lingers a bit longer), leaving the trails muddy and slick, a fog falling down the mountain, slowly like a balloon losing air. The climate is damp and there’s enough of a chill that I feel it in my fingers. After an hour or so, the dexterity isn’t what it used to be. At the end, my clothes are muddied, I might have a couple of scratches, but nothing to worry about. And since most people do prefer a hike with an unfettered dose of sun, the trails were all mine for the day. That’s my jam.