An aerial view of Cappadocia, Turkey’s fairy chimneys from a hot air balloon.A selfie showing off my totally phallic-shaped henna tattoo in Udaipur, India.A favorite snap summiting Volcán Acatenango in Guatemala.An admittedly deceptive shot of me surfing in Costa Rica.An incredibly awkward photo of me nervously feeding a llama in the middle of the world along Ecuador’s equator.An exciting sighting of a blue-footed booby in the Galápagos.An action shot of me sand-boarding down the dunes at sunset in Huacachina, Peru.A portrait of me sitting on a sailboat on Lake Titicaca in Bolivia.A screenshot of my license that was in my stolen wallet in Barcelona.A blurry photo of me dancing with a mosh of strangers at Nos Alive music festival in Lisbon, Portugal.The last 10 items in that album make just about zero sense: And it’s the album I open up when my friends back home refuse to believe that I really did eat a scorpion that one time in Cambodia and went scuba diving with menacing, toothy eels in Honduras.īut even my Favorites album is a disorderly muddle of photos from years of traveling all over the world. It’s the album I whip out when I meet a new friend in a hostel discussing our shared experience running from rogue monkeys in Ubud, Bali. I typically save these photos in my Favorites album so I can find them without doing too much digging through years of travel.
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For one, it’s a deep abyss full of too much garbage-accidental screenshots of my alarm clock when I mean to hit snooze, one too many selfies of sunburns and a heap of unsolicited Air Drop bombs from bored strangers on long-haul bus rides.īut deep in the rolling tides of my photo albums are also some hidden gems-the precious pearls and brilliant corals and iridescent seashells that are my cherished memories.
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