About Me

hi, my name is kara.


Two weeks after graduating from university in May 2011, I flew to Spain with a one-way ticket and a serious determination to avoid leading a conventional life.

So far, I’ve done a pretty good job of doing just that. 

I’ve walked the entire Camino de Santiago Francés, hitch-hiked my way across Ireland, spent a homeless night sleeping outside of a church in Florence, and worked as a bartender in the northeast of Brazil.

So who am I?

Born and raised on the island of Maui, I’ve always had a passion for exploration. Though I’ve only written about a handful of places, I’ve been to nearly 20 countries, with extended stays in Italy, Ireland, Spain, and, most recently, Brazil.

I’m an advocate for slow travel. I believe in quality over quantity. I’d much rather spend 3 months fully exploring 1 country, than the same amount of time running around an entire continent.

At the moment, I live in Washington, D.C. where I work as a tour guide during the spring and summer months, and then pack my bags and live as a pseudo-hippy nomad for the fall and winter. Some of my travel goals for the future include trekking in Patagonia, volunteering in Burma, skydiving in South Africa, and learning at least 5 languages by the time I’m 30.

What really drives my desire for travel is the opportunity to interact with those who come from different places and think different things than I do; I am fascinated by culture, whether it be people, food, or pop. As the only child of two photographer parents, I’ve also got a reluctant interest in photography. And if the name of this blog wasn’t a dead giveaway, I’m a huge fan of e.e. cummings’ poetry.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

--e.e. cummings


2 thoughts on “About Me

  1. You live the type of life I always dreamed of. To travel and stay in foreign places for extended periods of time is my fantasy…to be able to immerse oneself in a culture…so great for personal growth (I don’t believe you when you say that you haven’t grown as a person from your travels, you must have!) I have a list of places I want to travel to …will use your blog as my inspiration to make it happen! PS what is your favorite place you’ve been? Keep bloggin 🙂

    • Thank you for all the kind words! I feel so honored 🙂

      You’re right. Traveling has changed me — or evolved me — but just not in the blatant way I expected. So glad to hear that you have plans to travel more in the future — there’s nothing I’m more passionate about or committed to!

      My favorite place? Such a difficult question. My favorite country is Brazil, my favorite city is Berlin, and my favorite experience was walking the Camino de Santiago — that literally took my 15 minutes to write because I am so conflicted on the question! Ask me again tomorrow and you may get a different answer 🙂

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