The Adventures Of A Wanderlust

baller. 

muslimswearingthings:

Shirin Neshat doesn’t always wear a chador. But as soon as she puts it on, naturally, she feels a sudden sense of confinement and oppression.

Because while I may not be wanderlusting, my friends are the cutest doing it! 

xx 

cuteboyswithcats:

the cutest kitten, finneas, and i.

-mr.wanderlust

thedailywhat:

Praying Egyptian protesters being doused by a police water cannon on the Kasr Al Nile Bridge.

(Source: thedailywhat, via sanyers)

So I have a week before I move half way across the world for a little bit. It hasn’t really registered yet and looking at pictures like this make it a little bit more surreal. Although, this state of limbo does make me realize that life is crazy and beautiful and I am ridiculously blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful friends. Remember to send me your address! I’m obsessed with the idea of sending postcards. 

besos.

Monsoon Season is Officially Here

So what do Indians do when the rainy weather keeps them inside? Eat, of course. My grammy exact words, “Well, we might as well make some biryani if we’re stuck here.” So as the rest of city fills up with water my family and I are having a biryani party. Hahah I’m going to miss this place. 

Rejection by the Rickshaw Driver

This vacation, my mother and I have been rejected by rickshaw drivers so many times that I have lost count. Oh and it stings every time since they are so freaking harsh about it! In typical New York City taxi fashion, you raise your hand outward to call a rickshaw, but the issue is not finding a ride that is not-occupied, it is if the driver is willing to take you to your neighborhood. So in the streets, these tricky bastards stop right in front of you and get your hopes up, but when you scream out your address and the driver is not willing to go there, for whatever reason, he will not even apologize or for that matter say ‘no’—-he will just drive off. My favorite moments are the times you get splashed with dirty water mixed with the muddy garbage as they drive away, which is what happened to me about 20 minutes ago. Fun fun. 

And dammit I still love riding in them. 

"It’s the most exciting thing about travel to me. You’re constantly wrong. You’re constantly challenged by your own preconceptions. You’re forced to relearn such basic, basic things. Words you thought you knew the definition for become completely changed: the word work, the word hunger, the word generosity. Or you think an entire country’s going to be one way and then it’s another way. I like being wrong in that respect."

Anthony Bourdain

Travel seriously humbles even the biggest know-it-all. I mean I’m constantly reminded of how little I actually know about the experiences/ lives of most Indians and my loved ones. Honestly, it is such a great place to be, because it is in these moments of clarity that you get to intimately learn about the place you are visiting and the people you meet. To some extent, I guess I feel like I’m getting a little bit closer to the greater world at large. 

Ahmedabad: an Architectural Orgasm.