Tag: Travel

36GB of Photos from Rome, Naples and Emilia-Romagna

Rome - Piazza Venezia and Il Vittoriano during the rain

I’m slowly trudging through the 36GB of photos taken during my Italy trip last May. If you’re interested in seeing some unique perspectives on Rome, Naples and towns within Emilia-Romagna, check out my Flickr page (I’ll go back and add descriptions and tags after I’m done uploading everything).

Here are a few shots from Rome that I like in particular… Continue reading “36GB of Photos from Rome, Naples and Emilia-Romagna”

Ocean Park in Hong Kong with my mom in the 1980s

Photos from visiting Hong Kong in the 1980s

There was a time when I was half my height and much more adorable. I recently received these photos taken at Ocean Park, a theme park in Hong Kong, in the 1980s. As I head back out to Asia for the first time in awhile, I wanted to share these memories with you.

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Naples – A photo collection of people and pizza

The two things I miss most about Naples are the people and the pizza. Nowhere have I ever seen such expertly cooked pizze at such low prices (from 1,50€ on the street for a fairly large serving to 5€ at the renowned Di Matteo). As for the people, they exude a devil-may-care attitude clearly evident when it comes to crossing the street; It’s fun but chaotic, and I can now say I’ve stepped directly in front of a moving bus. When night arrives, revelers fill the piazze of Centro Storico, taking in the low temperature and live music with cheap bottles of beer.

Not a bad way to live.

Girl with street pizza from Bellini in Centro Storico in Naples

Piazza del Plebiscito in Naples

Woman in building courtyard in Naples

Street musician in the Centro Storico in Naples

Old couple on a bench with graffiti in Piazza Dante in Naples

The Polizia Municipale and a group of school children along Via Toledo in Naples

Graffiti in Piazza del Plebiscito in Naples - "Happy Birthday. I love you."

Jewelry on the hands of a ragazza napoletana

The funicolare to Vomaro in Naples

Margherita pizza with mozzarella di bufala from the legendary Di Matteo Pizzeria in Naples

Two guys hug it out in Piazza Bellini in Naples

Girl smoking a cigarette in a jazz lounge in Centro Storico in Naples

Accordion player walks home along Via Port'Alba in Naples

The Basilica di San Giovanni, pizza and supplì along Via Merulana and video of the Colosseo at night

Colosseo at night

While today may not have been as wild as my first night in Rome, it certainly was productive. I had my first of many cups of gelato and slices of pizza during this trip, and it was certainly interesting when I tried to order a new SIM card at Telecom Italia Mobile (there are still bumps in my Italian listening comprehension). All’s well that ends well, and I now have an Italian phone number, as well as a taste for more snacks. Continue reading “The Basilica di San Giovanni, pizza and supplì along Via Merulana and video of the Colosseo at night”

Photos of San Francisco – Chinatown, North Beach, Fisherman’s Wharf and Polk Street

Photos taken with an Olympus PEN E-PL2. Locations include Chinatown, North Beach, Fisherman’s Wharf and Polk Street.

For a complete list of my travel photos, click here.

A Tribute to New York City

I wrote this four years ago on a southbound train after traveling through NYC. I met a lot of great people, many of whom I’m still friends with, and the experience was more than just memorable. In an effort to combine all my favorite bits of my life into this blog, I’m sharing this again today…

“Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet.”

In John Steinbeck’s, “East of Eden,” dreamer Adam Trask is blessedly burdened by his infatuation for Cathy Ames, a deceptive woman with an agenda other than his love. And whatever conviction he held in his dreaming, he held true despite her apathy. And he did great things in her name and attributed them to her, his muse, before she left him.

“Whatever Cathy may have been, she set off the glory in Adam. His spirit rose flying and released him from fear and bitterness and rancid memories. The glory lights up the world and changes it the way a star shell changes a battlefield.”

And while we can attribute glory to external inspiration, it would be a shame not to attribute the glory to our own potential… that the inspiration only drew out what was inside of us all along. Because, if the inspiration should ever leave us, we can find comfort in knowing it was only a clever device to get us going.

“Then a breeze would move her bright hair, or she would raise her eyes, and Adam would swell out in his stomach with a pressure of ecstasy that was close kin to grief.”

That New York City stands as the greatest city in the world is unquestionable (though one may still regard one’s present home as more livable or loved). Historic. Modern. Tragic. Hopeful. A sort of glory of humanity, a monument for civilization’s sins, successes and squanders. It inspires the best out of anyone with the willingness to look.

And whatever it is that inspires a man to come here, whether he finds it or not, he can be certain he’ll leave with something satisfactory:

Conviction and glorious dreams of a better future, and newfound inspiration with himself.

“‘A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome…

And I was not afraid anymore.'”

PHOTOS – Songs That Remind Me of Places

I love how hearing songs can help one rediscover places frequented long ago. The way smells seem to bring back forgotten memories (Juicy Fruit gum for me, for some reason), it’s like you’re transported back to when that sensation of being was first mentally recorded. Usually emotive, intense nostalgia can be both fun and scary.

Is there a song that reminds you of a place? How does it make you feel? Let me know in the comments. And please click the images to get a deeper story on where each photo came from…

I’m in Vancouver for my cousin’s wedding. I had been listening to Carla Bruni’s “Tout le monde,” finding the music video where she emerged through a dark tunnel as particularly relevant to international travel (even to Canada). While I didn’t have to pass any dark tunnels, Vancouver was definitely a light at the other end of the path. Pristine, brisk and full of natural beauty, it was a great escape from the normalcy of everyday life.

Coldplay always reminds me of my time at The Conversation Group, most likely because it was there that I first listened to Viva La Vida. While it was bittersweet, as all their songs are, it leaned more to the sweet side.

I’m home in Hawaii for Christmas and I find an unopened copy of Yeah Yeah Yeah’s Show Your Bones in my parents’ collection. No one is really sure how it got there, so I immediately enjoy the album and claim it for myself. While I didn’t care for YYYs after hearing “Maps” in college, the songs on Show Your Bones really resonated with me. I’ve since gone back and acquired their previous releases, but this album is still my favorite.

I spend about 13 hours wandering around Manhattan while listening to Rilo Kiley the entire time. I have tickets to their upcoming show at the The Warfield and I need a crash course on their discography before heading back home. While this isn’t my favorite song from their first few albums, it’s the one that reminds me most of wandering around for hours. Another good candidate would be “All the Good That Won’t Come Out,” a song I recall hearing a lot despite the random rotation.

Another one in New York City: I’m at the Brooklyn Bridge, and hearing this song reminds me of the other, more familiar ocean. When I hear this song, I imagine drifting away on waves into the vastness of the ocean, a characteristic of the sea I’ve always marveled at.

“The ocean rolls us away… away… away…”