The quirky characters who crossed my path changed me. Uzbek housewives, Taliban soldiers and Turkish grandmothers taught me love and connections couldn't be manufactured in external labels. They came from unexpected places, but only by getting off the beaten path and looking for them. 

I truly threw myself into every experience, from bellydancing with Afghan women to trance-like prayer ceremonies in Malaysian temples. I share what it's REALLY like to travel alone as a woman: dealing with creepy men, loneliness, wild romances...

Come alongside to see how I woke back up to life's vivacious joys and sorrows…and became alive again.