A Birthday in Puerto Rico


Looking back on my nineteenth birthday, I knew it would not take much to surpass all the fun spent in a kansas parking lot lugging heavy computers and other ancient or broken electronics onto pallets to be recycled in the pouring rain and 50 mph winds. My 2016-2017 year was dedicated to AmeriCorps NCCC, a national service program which really pushed me to my limits, taught me so much about myself and the world and also seemed to compromise my personal well-being on a regular basis. (Another story for another time).

I consider this birthday in AmeriCorps to be the most memorable in a number of ways. Beyond all the misery and sopping wet sneakers and hiding in out houses to shield myself from the aggressive storm, I was fortunate enough to have some incredible friends who baked me a cake and hung silly minion decorations in our nasty communal kitchen and then brought me out for mexican food, a pretty ambitious birthday celebration for a group of people making under $2 an hour.

This year, (now that I am free), I knew I was due for some good karma on my birthday. As it turns out, the same people who went out of their way for me on an otherwise shitty day last year happened to be deployed to San Juan, Puerto Rico for disaster work in their second year of AmeriCorps. Although I swore that I would not be caught dead in any AmeriCorps setting ever again on my birthday, I thought it would be pretty cool to take a trip to Puerto Rico and see what they were up to. Plus, after some funky weather and way too much time spent in a landlocked state,  I just really needed to be on the beach.

Soaring above the island, I was devastated to see the tarped homes and buildings, admiring the strength of those who had faced the tragedy of hurricane Maria. The disaster clearly had a major impact on Puerto Rican residents beyond any information I had seen in the news prior to my visit. In the first couple of days, I was fortunate enough to see what the AmeriCorps teams and homeowners had come together to achieve, visiting sites where dedicated volunteers skillfully repaired roofs under a beaming sun. My second day in Puerto Rico came as a surprise, as I even got to participate in some disaster work with the AmeriCorps St. Louis Emergency Response Team. It was wild to see the bad bitches from my team last year revving up their chainsaws and going in on the trees which had landed on a roof. I stood quietly in the corner and jumped in to clear the brush when they were finished.

The evenings leading up to my birthday were spent walking along the beach at sunset and eating vegan pizza with the AmeriCorps crew. I felt so welcomed by the team and was hype to be spending my birthday with some of my favorite people as well as a handful of strangers who soon became friends. On the morning of my birthday, we all geared up for a hot, sticky ferry ride and a gorgeous day in Culebra, where we spent the afternoon cruising around the island in a golf cart, diving into some terrifying waves, analyzing sea creatures, and collecting colorful rocks. Upon our return, those who had hung back for the day greeted us with some vegan birthday brownies. It was all such a wonderful surprise.

But the surprises did not end there.

It was Monday morning that we ventured into El Yunque National Forest, keeping our eyes open for an obscure and secluded destination known as Hippie’s Waterfall. We pulled the rental car up a steep hill and parked, climbing higher into the mountains, surrounded by a thick patch of trees and the sweet sound of nature. I kid you not, this may be the most beautiful place I have ever laid my eyes on.

After about an hour of cliff jumping and swimming, we climbed out of the watering hole to find that our backpack was gone.

I suppose I could go on and on about who’s fault this really was, and whether or not we should have left our backpack by that specific rock, and why we weren’t paying attention to our unfamiliar surroundings, etc. But these things do happen. My first instinct was to cry, knowing that the backpack contained a wallet, phone, camera, keys… essentially all of our valuables inside. The local people surrounding the watering hole gave us some clues as to who might’ve taken it, and helped us look all around the area to see if it had been left behind somewhere. With little hope in finding our backpack, I sat down on a rock and tried not to think about the things we had lost.

I was most hung up on the stolen camera, a recent purchase which wasn’t cheap and meant a lot to me in all my travels. I thought about how much it would cost to buy a new one and how I had lost a good portion of my photos which hadn’t been downloaded to my computer yet. I looked ahead towards the waterfall which spilled over the rocks glistening silver in the sun. I could not even capture the magic which stood before me. 

It was not an epiphany or a powerful insight which changed my mindset about what had happened, but rather, the gentle touch of a person sitting beside me, someone who matters more than any material object in my possession. I began to think of the loss as just a camera- A means for me to capture all of the wild and incredible moments which pass me by. But I still have eyes to rest upon these scenes. And hands to climb things and make things and hold things. I still have words to tell stories of these experiences. 

A nice lady nearby let us borrow her phone to call for help, as our car keys had been stolen too. It wasn’t long before we were kids again, climbing the rocks and trying to fight the current as we swam upstream, waiting for someone to come to our rescue. My stomach began to growl, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and although I was pretty much emotionally past the loss of my camera, I was pretty pissed that the thief hadn’t left us our snacks. I had a flashback to a time in my childhood when my Dad claimed that if he were ever stranded on an island and could only have one thing with him, he would choose peanut butter. I never understood why until this very moment. I’m not saying that peanut butter would’ve solved all my problems, but it would’ve solved a vast majority.

After a few hours of trying to ignore my hunger as well as a poorly timed rain shower, we spotted our heroes moving towards us in the forest. In just a few moments we were dramatically embracing and then climbing into the back of the truck to begin a long evening of driving. First to the police station, then another police station, then to their living quarters in San Juan, then back to the waterfall to get the rental car, then back to San Juan. It seemed like a bit of an inconvenience, but to be honest, we got to spend several hours listening to Janelle Monae’s album and talking about our future plans of traveling through the Darién Gap on foot, and eating tropical fruits while naked (probably what we would have been doing anyway).

In the days following my Puerto Rico trip, I have hardly thought about my camera at all. Instead, I am dwelling on the memories made on such a beautiful island, missing the sand beneath my feet and the company of some lovely (gay af) friends who made my birthday so special and memorable.


A note to my parents: I am serious about the Darién Gap & naked fruit eating.




5 Tips on Eating Vegan while Traveling

As I continue sharing my “Vegan Travel Blog” with those around me, new ideas about topics to explore begin circling my mind. I’ve been going on trips about twice a month (if you would like to hear more about how I do this, click here), and telling those stories has become my pride and joy- something I constantly look forward to in my travels. My other favorite thing about traveling (as you may already know) is the opportunity it brings to try delicious plant-based foods from all over the world- a mission I created as I started this blog and set off to explore. In the years to come, I hope to continue traveling and discovering both new places and new foods, documenting my experiences along the way! 

Often, people ask me if eating vegan is difficult, if it requires a lot of planning, and how I stick to a vegan diet when eating out, visiting my non-vegan family back in Maine, and especially while traveling. The truth is, eating vegan has it’s moments of inconvenience. But so does animal cruelty, global warming and heart disease. It’s all in the priorities, guys.

Because following a vegan diet is not the norm (I have hope that someday it will be!), it isn’t always easy to eat this way, but that doesn’t mean it has to be incredibly difficult. In my day to day life, buying groceries and cooking vegan food for myself is quite simple and straightforward. Although traveling and following a vegan diet can be a bit trickier at times, there are a handful of things I keep in mind in order to set myself up for success.

Here are five tips I have on sticking to your vegan diet throughout your travels:



Do Your Research

One of the most important tools when traveling on a vegan diet is the internet. Regardless of whether you are taking a weekend trip to another city, or will be staying abroad for weeks at a time, it’s always a good idea to do some research. What type of food is eaten at your destination? What vegan options will be available to you? Are there veg-friendly restaurants nearby? Knowing these things prior to your travels eliminates a lot of stress and makes the process much easier once you arrive. 

If you are traveling abroad, it’s a good idea to consider what the traditional food is like and how it might be made vegan. I recently visited Southeast Asia and did some lengthy research on what type of food is eaten there. I was relieved to find that most Asian cultures do not consume much dairy in their traditional diet (different from the U.S. which seems to sneak dairy products into literally everything… Please tell me why there are cultured milk solids in this normal-looking bag of chips?) On the other hand, there was this ambiguous “fish sauce” that seemed to be a part of every recipe. I knew beforehand that this would be a potential obstacle upon my arrival in Thailand. 

Traveling within the U.S. on a plant-based diet will generally be a bit easier as many restaurants are beginning to include more plant-based options (yay!). If you are taking a domestic trip and are worried about whether or not there will be food available to you, do a little research and pick out some restaurants you would like to try.

Doing some research on plant foods at your destination is also an excellent way to show non-vegan family and friends that following a plant-based diet doesn’t have to be difficult or stressful. Many of my non-vegan family members make a big deal out of my vegan diet and worry that restaurants won’t be able to accommodate me when we are on vacation. If I come prepared with a list of veg-friendly restaurants, or am familiar with vegan menu options at the restaurants of their choice, the whole process becomes easier for everyone. Often my family and friends are surprised at how easy it can be to accommodate a vegan diet at most restaurants- and how delicious the outcome is!

Be Prepared

Traveling or not, being prepared is one way to set yourself up for success when eating plant-based. For me, this means stocking up on healthy snacks to take with me when exploring a new place. If you are new to this lifestyle, preparing snacks and meals ahead of time (especially while traveling) will help you stick to your goals instead of reverting back to old habits and eating meat or dairy products because nothing else is available to you. Although it is usually possible to find a vegan option near you, it can sometimes be tedious stopping into stores or gas stations and reading the ingredients on the back of every snack (or finding yourself in a fit of panic if the ingredients aren’t listed in English). If you have easy snacks planned and packed ahead of time, you will be prepared when your tummy starts making noise.

If you have been vegan for a long time, you may already know of some quick snacks you can pick up last minute, and you likely won’t be as tempted to consume something containing meat or dairy products. As a seasoned vegan, I have a long list of snack ideas which I’ve (somewhat subconsciously) collected over time, making it a lot easier when food is on my radar but I don’t have anything packed. Planning ahead, however, still saves time and money while traveling, and helps to maintain a healthy and balanced diet in moments when it can be otherwise difficult. 


Stick To What You Know

While I am not advising that you shun all new and suspicious foods when you travel, I do think that it is sometimes easier to stick to the basics. We know that if a certain food came directly from nature, it is vegan! This is part of why many of us are vegan in the first place. Regardless of where in the world you may be traveling, it is usually not an issue to find fruits, veggies, nuts and seeds (candy of the earth as I like to call it). If you are ever in doubt about where you can find vegan options, or whether a certain food is vegan, try reverting back to nature. This is an excellent means of eliminating any stress, staying healthy, and feeling good about what you are putting into your body! 

Likewise, if you are traveling and eating out, sometimes it is better to stick to what you know: Think pasta, salads, pizza without cheese, etc. These may be some of your vegan favorites, and can be found at most restaurants. Sure, it is fun to seek out plant-based restaurants with unique and elaborate dishes, but if you ever find yourself sitting at a steakhouse next to your 6’3″ brother scarfing down a literal live cow on a plate, just be glad that even this place offers salads. 

Ask Questions

Being unafraid to voice your dietary restrictions and ask lots of questions is one thing so many vegans are uncomfortable with- But it’s so necessary! I find that even non-vegans (people with allergies, sensitivities, utter disgust for mayonnaise, personal preferences to make a dish a little tastier) are often hesitant to ask for what they really want when eating out. This is especially important when traveling and trying new types of food or new restaurants. It is near impossible to stick to a vegan diet and refuse to ask any questions regarding ingredients. Yes, it may feel like you are being a pain in the ass. But at the end of the day, people who work in food service are used to this kind of thing. Quite frankly, it’s part of the job. In all my years working in food service, I have had to accommodate hundreds of special dietary restrictions including gluten free, dairy free, ketogenic diets, WHOLE30 diets, liquid only diets as well as every food allergy under the sun. Trust me when I say that requesting a vegan option will be far from the most annoying thing anyone has ever done to your server. 

In my experience, when it comes to requesting a vegan meal, the best way to go about it is by avoiding the term “vegan.” I wish this were not the case, but I can’t help but imagine an evil chef maniacally laughing in the kitchen as he cooks my potatoes in butter, exclaiming “It would do you skinny, un-American vegans some good to have a little protein!!!” On the other hand, it might just be best to assume not everyone knows what exactly a vegan does and does not eat. For this reason, I usually try to ask questions about whether or not menu items contain eggs or dairy and stress to the staff that I cannot consume these products. 

Be Realistic

I like to call myself a realistic vegan, something I adopted from the friend of mine who urged me to go vegan in the first place. I learned the basics of veganism from a person who would pick the cheese off the veggie burger, eat around it in the salad, and consume the occasional muffin (which may or may not have contained eggs) because someone baked it for her and she didn’t want to be rude (Plus what you don’t know won’t hurt you, right?). I am not saying that being this flexible will work for everyone, but I do think it is important for all plant eaters to be realistic in their endeavors. We all know damn well that the rest of the world doesn’t eat this way, and It would be near impossible to ensure that every morsel of food you consume has not even briefly come in contact with an animal byproduct.

This may be a controversial idea within the vegan community, but I think it is important to keep in mind that nobody is perfect. As long as you are doing your very best not to contribute to factory farming, to improve your health or create less environmental impact (your reasoning for eating plant-based could be just one of these things, or it could be all three!), you are doing great. Traveling may be one of the hardest things when it comes to maintaining your lifestyle because it is often impromptu (if you are anything like me), and unfamiliar. This can sometimes make it difficult to ensure there is vegan food available to you at all hours of the day.

By doing some research, planning ahead, sticking to what you know and asking questions, you can almost gaurentee that eating vegan in your travels will be a breeze. But regardless of how well prepared you may be, there is sometimes that lingering ounce of doubt about whether or not a certain thing you ordered is actually vegan. In these instances, it is best to put your worries behind you and know that your intentions are good, and it is okay to slip up once in a while. There are too many moments in life that can be wasted obsessing over your vegan diet. Learn to enjoy the moment, the food and the people you are sharing it with.

Have Fun

Vegan food and traveling are quite possibly the two best things in the entire world. Putting the two together will set you up for nothing short of a freaking good time. Regardless of where you are traveling, consider it an opportunity not only to experience a new place, but to experience new food! Whether it be a trendy plant-based restaurant or a fruit you have never heard of, make it your mission to try at least one new thing during the trip. You will likely be surprised at how many vegan options there are all over the world, and the different ways they can be put together to make a tasty combination. 

In some of my recent trips, I have had the privilege of devouring a three course vegan meal by myself in Los Angeles, eating at my first fully raw restaurant in Chicago, trying all sorts of mysterious fruits in Thailand, and enjoying some authentic vegan enchiladas in Mexico. These are just a few of the places which have graced me with exciting plant-based opportunities, and provide for only a minuscule fraction of all the vegan food to be had in the world. 

Following a vegan diet is not always easy, but it is always worth it! Enjoying plant-based food from all over the world, connecting with other vegans, and embracing this lifestyle regardless of where you go will promote optimum health, animal well-being, and preserve the planet we’re all dying to explore.

Happy traveling (and eating), ya’ll!







Thailand Thrills


It was mid December when I received an urgent and rather unexpected phone call from my older brother back in Maine. Although we do make an effort to catch up from time to time, it was one of those out of the blue situations where I first received a text a from him: “I have to talk to you!!!!” and then “I HAVE BIG NEWS” followed by the blaring sound of my ringtone echoing on the train as he called.

If you are at all familiar with my brother Jake then you know how out of the ordinary this is coming from him. I love my brother dearly and he does have many great (calm and nurturing) qualities, but he is kind of a square. I answered the phone immediately, wondering what this “big news” could possibly entail. My mind began wandering to some quite comical images of him in a pastel RA polo restraining a drunk college kid, or being rudely awoken by a stream of water leaking from the ceiling and having to make an evacuation announcement in the dorms at 2am. To my surprise, my cautious and comfortable brother called to announce that he would be taking the semester off to work at a resort in Thailand.


I have to admit that my very first thought was IM COMING WITH YOU followed by some skepticism about the reality of Jake leaving his comfortable bed and mini fridge behind to sit on an airplane for an entire day only to be greeted by a hot, sticky and unfamiliar place with lots of bugs and few English-speaking people. I congratulated him endlessly on the decision and asked a million questions out of jealousy and curiosity, wanting to live vicariously through him, wondering how this time it was Jake telling me about his travels and not the other way around. This was some Freaky Friday shit right here

Nonetheless, I could not be more proud of him for deciding to do something so wildly outside of his comfort zone, excited for all of the learning and growth that would take place in the next few months of his life. I was confident it would be a great experience- One that I just had to be a part of.

The weeks leading up to my trip were filled with frequent phone calls with my brother who had lots to share about the beautiful Thailand scenes, the people who were always smiling, the tasty Thai food and a few complaints about his uncomfortable sleeping arrangements. I became more eager to join him each time we chatted and he was excited to have the opportunity to show me around the resort and bring me to some of his favorite spots. It was almost surreal when the moment finally arrived: I was boarding a plane to Thailand. 24 hours of back pain and nasty airplane food later Jake and I were embracing in the dull and humid airport in Bangkok.

I like to think that Jake and I make pretty decent travel partners because we balance each other out. If I were entirely in charge of this trip we likely would have been staying in a dingy hostel without air conditioning, eating out of a dumpster to save money and engaging in some dangerous recreational behaviors. Jake, on the other hand, would have us getting authentic Thai massage twice a day and eating at some fancy fucking restaurant made out of glass that hangs from the sky. It’s probably not a bad thing that we were able to find some middle ground.

Anyways, here are a few highlights of our brother/sister adventure:


The Death Rail

I have to be honest, after running around in airports and sitting on stuffy planes for 28 hours, I was not looking forward to the four and a half hour train ride from Bangkok to Kanchanaburi, but this happened to be one of my favorite parts of the trip. Jake had warned me that the train would be completely wide open, and that one could literally be decapitated if they were to stick their head out the window courtesy of the houses, street signs and jagged rocks planted only inches from the tracks. Not to mention the infamous section known as “The Death Rail” in which the train zooms around the side of a cliff, supported only by a few wooden beams. I was giddy just thinking about it.

The train ride was perhaps most unique because of it’s colorful and varied landscapes. As we pulled away from the station I began taking it all in, admiring the communities in which small homes existed only centimeters apart, miniature spirit houses decorated the entrances of buildings, and extravagant temples towered over us. Naturally, I also spent much of the ride sticking my limbs out the window and pulling them back in seconds before they were sliced by metal roofs while Jake sat in the fetal position telling me to cut it out because I could seriously get tetanus.

A few hours into the trip and even in my sleepiness, I was in awe of Thailand and all of it’s beauty. As we moved out of the city, the rickety train began exploring a green countryside filled with animals (I neglect to think of the true purpose of their existence on these farms), canopies of tropical plants, purple mountains jutting up into the sky, and long boats imprisoned by rivers which traveled for miles. 

When the train reached our destination, I was wind-blown and ready for adventure, but at the same time, I couldn’t wait to take the train back into the city at the end of our trip. Since my return from Thailand I have referred back to this experience with fond memories. Tell me, what could be better than a relaxing ride in the Thai countryside enjoying fresh pineapple on a stick while simultaneously staring into the face of death? Literally nothing.

Saiyolk Noi

Sai Yok National Park is perhaps one of the most famous destinations in Thailand for locals and foreigners alike. This park extends for miles across Thailand and Myanmar, consisting of nineteen protected sights known for their waterfalls and caves. Although I only had the opportunity to check out a single area of the park, it was impressive and calming to spend time at Sai Yok Noi, a waterfall and series of caves acommidating hundreds of people who had come to enjoy family picnics or a refreshing swim on a one hundred degree day. 

Jake and I spent the afternoon wading in warm waters, eating tamarinds which we purchased from a nearby tent, and exploring a cave, home to ancient buddha statues and the offerings of those who had come to pray. I learned about the religious rituals in Buddhist culture, including the lighting of incense which is said to purify the space, set a tranquil mood and pay respect to the Buddha. 

We spent the rest of the day investigating a variety of foods and goods in the tents which surrounded the park and then rode our bicycles back to the resort. It was so freaking beautiful, I didn’t even care that I was slightly nauseous and sweating profusely with a belly full of mysterious treats.


Baanpufa Resort

This quiet and eclectic resort was an inviting place to stay while in Thailand. We were housed in a quaint little cabin reserved for the resort staff which was perched at the edge of the property. As we awoke on a Saturday morning and Jake made his way to the office to get some work done (or perhaps play on his laptop? Who can be sure?), I spent some time exploring my surroundings which included elegant guest houses on the water, an outdoor restaurant and performance area, and an abundance of fruit trees. The grounds were decorated with cute signs and little garden gnomes. When Jake was finished with his “work”, we made our way down to the water and peacefully enjoyed a cup of coffee. 

The resort staff was incredibly friendly and had a good sense of humor about my inability to pronounce any Thai words. One of the ladies in the kitchen declared Jake her honorary son in Thailand, and offered to cook a dinner of vegetables and rice for us as she knew I do not eat meat. Our final morning was so special, as I had the opportunity to work alongside the resort staff in serving breakfast to guests. It was pretty neat to experience a breakfast of rice, noodles, soups and salads rather than my typical fruit smoothie or bowl of cereal. We were able to enjoy this food together on the gorgeous outdoor patio before cleaning up and then packing our bags for the next adventure. As we pulled away from the quiet paradise, I felt so fortunate to have experienced this new culture alongside my brother and so many welcoming new people.



I may, perhaps write more about this in another post because there is too much to be said for the authentic vegan Thai food that graced my taste buds. But I will say that as someone who used to visit my local Thai restaurant twice a week, I was incredibly eager to experience this part of the trip. I am a foodie, no doubt, and having read a lot of books about the dietary habits in Asian cultures, I figured being vegan in Thailand would be both easy and incredibly delicious. Although it wasn’t quite as easy as I thought it would be (especially due to the inability to communicate my dietary restrictions), it was certainly a treat to taste all sorts of new foods.

Jake and I didn’t actually eat out very much while in Thailand, as the resort provided us most meals, but we did purchase tons of fresh fruit, which happened to be a major highlight of my trip. Visiting the fruit stands in Bangkok was exciting and overwhelming. If you have read any of my other blogs, you know that I would be shunned by society for the ridiculous amount of fruit I eat on a daily basis. Being surrounded by produce of all shapes, colors and sizes which I had never seen or heard of before literally made me feel like it was Christmas morning. I wanted to try everything. (A formal thanks to my non-vegan brother for putting up with my demands to seek out only non-animal foods and spending 20 minutes photographing before digging in. Yes, I am that guy).

There were so many things that made my trip to Thailand wonderful: The food, the nature and the people, spending more time with my brother than I possibly ever have, and discovering him in an entirely new element. It was truly surreal to be riding bicycles, exploring caves and walking around the city with him, realizing holy shit, we are in Thailand right now. It seems like just yesterday we were stuffing socks in our shoes, desperately wishing we could fool the Fun Town staff into thinking we were tall enough to get on the big kid rides. At the time, our little minds must have been thinking that this amusement park was the coolest place in the entire world. And although Jake and I have grown a lot since then, harboring entirely different perspectives about this trip and about life in general, I’m certain we can agree on one thing: Thailand is dope. Fun Town is still a close second.

Losing Myself in Cancún


It was only a few weeks after I had made the decision to travel once per month this year that I began getting restless. I already had a flight scheduled to Chicago for the last week in January, and a few more trips scheduled in the coming months, but January was really freaking long and it started to seem that the day would never come. Without any real intentions I hopped on google to entertain my imagination, praying to the airplane gods that some cheap travel opportunity would plaster itself across my email and demand that I make a purchase. Thus, my first spontaneous solo trip to LA was booked.

I suppose it was a blessing and a curse that I managed to take not one, but TWO trips in January, setting the bar for the rest of the year. As December came to a close and the year of monthly travels was thrust upon me, I had begun to question whether or not I could actually make it happen. I wondered if taking time off of work and spending money on a trip every four weeks or so was too ambitious and unrealistic, but soon lost these fears in a gust of the cold Chicago wind, returning from my second January trip with a distinct hunger for more (not to mention a vegan food baby and broken heart after leaving the cutest little pup behind). Screw this whole “one trip per month” thing, I could easily sneak in a few more here and there.

Two things about me: I don’t give up and I don’t like to settle. Realizing that it might actually be possible to take more than one trip every month was an idea that glued itself to my frontal lobe and practically forced me to take time off of work and schedule cheap flights against my will. I guess this is how I ended up in Mexico… against my will, I tell my boss and parents and anyone else who questions me… I was totally forced to do this against my will… Like I practically had to be dragged out of the Denver cold, doused in sunscreen and thrown into the gorgeous crystal waters of Cancún beneath a sweltering sun, surrounded by dope people from all over the world. It’s a hard life I lead.

Nonetheless, this trip did not come without some fears and minor incidents. When I called my mom and told her I’d be going to Mexico by myself for a few days she nearly had a heart attack before congratulating me on my upcoming adventure. I, myself grew uncertain as I started looking into hostels and trying to figure out transportation from the airport, currency exchange, all that jazz. I’ve never considered myself very independent in this regard, always relying instead on those around me to make the decisions and ensure that I get to where I am going without losing my phone, keys, wallet, mind, etc. Shout out to my roommate, Frankie. I’d be broke, homeless and possibly dead without you. 

Even as my plane landed in tropical paradise, I felt uneasy. My Spanish was a bit rusty at first and I was hesitant to use it (A formal apology goes out to Mirelli Murch- if you are reading this, know that I have paid the price for frequently skipping your class senior year). My phone was about to die and I did not have written directions to the hostel. I impulsively gave in to a pushy taxi driver and paid an absurd amount of money to get to where I was going instead of taking the bus. As the trip went on, I had a few more uncomfortable interactions due to language barriers. I got a little sunburned. I may or may not have been scolded by security for running down an up escalator. These things happen, you know?

Another very minor incident: I accidentally lost my passport. You can all stop holding your breath because I assure you I returned safely back to Colorado on time and without much difficulty. That said, there was certainly a moment of terror when I had emptied out my purse and backpack, digging through the few things I had brought with me to discover that my passport was nowhere in sight. You would think, at the very least, I could manage to hold onto my passport: The single most important item I brought with me. But alas, you would be wrong.

I sent a few frantic messages to my roommate back in Denver who offered to get the ball rolling by contacting my mother, searching for some photocopies of my information and googling directions to the nearest U.S. embassy. God love her, but I could already see my family and friends shaking their heads, a chorus of voices neither impressed nor surprised by my actions. Typical Callie. Desperate to surpass this reputation, I started asking other guests if they had seen it, trying so hard to hold back the tears as my mind began wandering to the absolute worst case scenario. What if I dropped it at the market? What if I left it in the taxi? What if somebody stole it? I had a flashback to my eighth grade trip to Canada when I was the one student who had misplaced her personal documents upon our return to the Canada/U.S border and had to be questioned by Canadian law enforcement while my entire grade waited in the bus, gossiping about the possibility of us all being held hostage in another country. True story.

The situation wasn’t looking good. After frantically establishing a search team of other dedicated guests (to no avail), I asked the lady at the front desk if anyone had turned it in. She immediately said that nobody had, but offered, with a half smile and false hope, to look again. As it turned out, they did have my passport, stashed away in a drawer of other forgotten items by an employee who hadn’t given it back to me when I checked in the day prior. You can imagine my hysterical reaction when this information graced my eardrums, causing me to both cry and laugh with a sick sense of exhilaration. Easily the best thrill I’d had in months.


Since my return, I have managed to leave out this part of the story and instead highlight the moments I am more proud of. I immediately called my parents, girlfriend, and best friend/future travel partner as I waited for a ride in the airport Subway, scarfing down a veggie sandwich between sentences (apologies go out to the subway employees who have heard this story told over and over in circles with the same passion and volume each time). I struggled to find all of the words I needed to paint the perfect picture of the bluest ocean I’d ever seen, the kindest people I’d ever met and the most delicious vegan tacos I’d ever tasted. I rambled for hours about the stories I had heard and all of the knowledge I had gained from my fellow travelers, many of whom had spent months in Mexico and Central America (A trip I am planning to do this fall). Above all else, I learned that traveling with little money and absolutely no plan is entirely possible and for me, entirely necessary. Many of those passing through the hostel had dedicated their life to experiencing new places and cultures, spending months at a time traveling and yet, their footsteps hadn’t seen more than a small percentage of the earth. This thought is both terrifying and inspiring.

The truth is, even the littlest hiccups in the trip lent themselves to enormous amounts of adventure, growth and new friends from all over the world. I know that I have some work to do in the organization department, but I also know that this part of me that loses track of everything (time, money, any fear of being outside my comfort zone, and yes, my passport) is the same part of me that longs for spontaneity and new, exciting experiences. I have been told all my life that I need to be more organized and focused, better at planning, a little more “straight-edge”, if you will. But I have come to realize that although certain losses are not so easily forgiven (i.e my passport), at the end of the day, I am who I am. Sure, some days I think I’d lose my head if it weren’t attached to my body, but then again, I wouldn’t mind spending my life traveling the world in search of it.

Fully Raw February- Week Three


For about a week now I have been lazily anticipating a blog post where I summarize all of the wonderful benefits I’ve experienced on the raw food diet as well as some challenges I’ve faced thus far. The weather in Denver has been particularly cold and dreary over the past few days and I could not find the motivation to put my food down, roll over and open my laptop to type this summary (clearly the most profound benefit of this diet has not been an increase in energy levels). As I arrived home from work this morning and began stuffing my face with some zucchini noodles covered in a delicious raw marinara sauce I had made, I decided that it’s about time I get to work on telling you all what the deal is with all this raw food mumbo jumbo.

 As you may already know, I have been following a whole foods, plant-based vegan diet for over a year now and I have only good things to share. Much of my life up until this point was spent in search of optimum health and I am here to tell you that the magic lies in plant foods. Over the past year I have experimented with many different variations of the vegan diet, taking note of what makes my body feel its best. With full confidence I can say that raw foods have always treated me well, and a diet consisting of mostly fresh fruits and vegetables in the form of smoothies and salads is one that I keep coming back to. In recent months I have begun to question how I might feel if I put the potatoes and rice down (don’t cry, Callie, don’t cry) and commit myself to a month of eating fully raw. You can find out more about week one here. For now, I will be sharing my experience in weeks two and three.




My very favorite thing about the raw food challenge so far has been discovering new foods. In all of my research on plant based foods over the past year, a few key ingredients seemed to pop up in nearly every recipe, often deemed staples of the vegan diet- ingredients so revolutionary, one may even be tricked into thinking they were eating something cheesy or held together with eggs. A lot of these ingredients never appealed to me, as I was just fine eating fresh fruits and vegetables, grains and legumes. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately after all, there were moments in the beginning of my raw food experiment when I realized that my food was missing something (sugary gluten-filled carbs perhaps?), that I was getting bored (and hungry) eating bananas and apples at all hours of the day. I finally decided it was time to expand my resources and try some new raw vegan foods. I won’t go into great detail, but I will say that this is how I discovered the wonders of kelp noodles, nutritional yeast and most importantly, my precious dates, which will forever hold a place in my kitchen cupboard (and my heart). I never believed that these roach-like dried fruits could be so tasty, but I have purchased several pounds in the past few weeks and I keep going back for more.

My addiction story began like any other, starting with just a single date, spiraling out of control to the point where I began spending countless hours of my free time googling “dates in bulk” to find the biggest bang for my buck, and purchasing date nectars and other date products to feed my desire for everything I eat to taste like dates. Recently, my brother came to visit me in Denver for the first time, and setting aside all that there is to do in the city, I dragged him to the nearest health food store on a Saturday night and we purchased some of every type of date they had so that we could sample and rate them in order (my idea of fun). I have raved about these things to the point where my girlfriend called my local Whole Foods all the way from Puerto Rico and had them specially deliver a fuck ton of dates to my doorstep on Valentine’s Day. This is true love if I’ve ever known it (Me and the dates, I mean).

This leads me to my next point of Becoming a gourmet raw chef. Yes, this is a self declared title. But I swear, if you have never tried raw vegan brownies (made of dates, of course) or raw spaghetti and sauce, then you must do so immediately. I have said it before, I am no genius in the kitchen. But raw food is pretty simple in that literally nothing has to be cooked. Most of the “cooking” involves mixing or blending together different flavors and textures to mimic that of cooked food. It is fairly easy but allows one to be creative and find the perfect combinations through some trial and error. I have made a few recipes from the internet and have recreated some raw dished I’ve tried in restaurants (hello beet ravioli with cashew cheese). These past few weeks of eating raw have truly inspired me to experiment with food. I am fairly certain that any cooked (or non-vegan) recipe can be made into a spectacularly delicious and healthy raw vegan masterpiece and I am determined to try it.

Learning to prepare gourmet raw foods has been a blast, but sharing healthy raw foods with others has been even better. When my brother came to visit, we attended a raw vegan pop up dinner at Vital Root, a local plant-based restaurant. My brother, a chef himself, has been known to pass judgements about vegan foods (cooked or not) and you should have seen his face when he tasted the raw pesto. It was so exciting to see someone so skeptical of the vegan diet consider ordering a second helping because it was just that good. I often worry that a vegan future for our world is just wishful thinking, but it is moments like these that give me hope. Vegan food is the most healthy, sustainable, ethical and delicious food that there is. It is the only food that there is. Sharing this lifestyle (especially raw veganism, an even more healthy and sustainable option) with others has become one of my greatest passions in life and I am eager to continue spreading this message. I am already looking forward to preparing a raw vegan dish on my family vacation in April. Vegan or not, I know they will love it just as much as I do.

Yes, yes we know, Callie. Raw foods are healthy, sustainable, ethical and delicious! But how have they made you feel? Well, if you must know…

This is a complicated answer. I do feel more motivated to be active and have taken up running again after a few months off. I also feel healthier in general because I have cut out all processed foods and added sugars. I feel that I have slept much better and am more awake in the morning. I have not, however, experienced anything so unbelievable it defies all laws of nature as many raw foodists would have you believe, but I would like to point out that this is only month one and I am still experiencing a lot of trial and error.

Eating raw vegan is no easy feat. It takes a lot of will power to say no to some of your favorite foods or sip on a fruit smoothie when it’s thirty degrees and snowing outside. Being social can also be tricky, as it is nearly impossible to eat out in restaurants and can be awkward to tell others about your new lifestyle.

Over the course of these past three weeks I have had a few slip ups where I just genuinely craved peanut butter and had to have it, or was out with friends and decided I’d have a taste of their non-raw dinner because it just looked so good. I have certainly eaten too many dates in one sitting only to spend an entire yoga class in corpse pose because I couldn’t move my limbs and I have suffered some severe hanger because I forgot to bring a raw snack with me to work or to the store. Although I did stay 99% raw, it was not always easy or enjoyable. Additionally, I have noticed that eating raw entails eating a lot of food in order to receive sufficient calories. There were times when I just didn’t eat enough and later helped myself to several handfuls of nuts which I’ve also realized, do not make me feel my best when eaten in excess. While I don’t regret these decisions, my body has learned from them. I hope to make my final week of Fully Raw February the healthiest and most enjoyable week so far as I apply all of the information I have learned in my first three weeks raw. I do believe that raw foods have healing properties and will truly make me thrive if I let them, but I still have some experimenting and learning to do.

As my last few days of raw food approach, I question whether or not I will continue exploring this lifestyle in March. Although it is a very dynamic and challenging lifestyle to sustain, it has definitely initiated a habit of eating raw foods that I hope to adhere to throughout my life, even if I am not eating 100% raw foods all the time.


Stay tuned for my final thoughts on the raw food experiment and updates on whether or not I will continue eating fully raw in the months to come.







New Friends in New Mexico


A few weeks ago my roommate Frankie and I found ourselves pacing the living room in search of a plan for Marti Gras weekend after our trip to visit my girlfriend and friends in St. Louis fell through. We had both taken the weekend off and were not about to spend those precious days in our beds eating snacks and chuckling at internet videos of little kids falling down (although this is something we both thoroughly enjoy- I say this only with an ounce of guilt), much less tell our employers that we would in fact be around to pick up some shifts. 

In recent months we had been turning ideas over in our heads, fantasizing about future trips we could take that are in our budget. As my efforts to take monthly vacations in 2018 come together (surprisingly quite easily thus far), inexpensive trips to new places and opportunities for new experiences are constantly on my radar. One that particularly struck a chord with us was the possibility of visiting Meow Wolf in Santa Fe, an attraction that features different forms of art, allowing one to explore a non-linear story through it’s interactive and very mysterious artistic presentations. Sounds trippy, I know.

With a wide open weekend ahead of us, a brand new camera, and Frankie’s trusty car, Esmerelda, we decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to road trip to New Mexico and check out the art exhibit we had been dreaming about. We soon began counting down the days as our getaway approached, only to find out the evening before our trip that Meow Wolf would be closed for the weekend. Oh, the horror.

Being the overly ambitious and positive women that we are, Frankie and I brushed off the disappointment and made it our mission to have a rad weekend in Santa Fe regardless, and boy, did we.


Making the most of our weekend in Santa Fe came naturally. I am a firm believer in seeking out unique experiences to the point where I feel that unique experiences have started combing the earth in search of me. I wonder how else we could have stumbled upon a llama ranch that happened to be renting out a 70’s airstream trailer on its property. As we pulled up to this beauty in the middle of the dessert, we were greeted by an old hippie wearing jean on jean (yaaas queen) and a dog that probably hadn’t had a bath in months. 

It was clear in the first few moments of our encounter that Bill and I share many of the same ideals and values. I was beaming from ear to ear as he began discussing his love for animals, desire for adventure and disbelief in western medicine, arguing that almost anything can be cured with the proper diet. If you know me at all, you know this is my type of guy right here. 

Bill gave us a tour of the trailer we’d be staying in, explaining it’s history and sharing each detail about the sustainability of living in a trailer rather than a house. Over the years, he had made adjustments throughout the space to save heat and water, making it even more environmentally friendly. It was inspiring to see his eyes light up as he told the story of his trailer and the adventures he once had on the road with his wife in their youth. As a young man with an arts degree and a belt buckle business that hadn’t taken off as he had expected, Bill set off to explore the West Coast, making a living by creating brochures which highlighted different attractions and restaurants in the cities they passed through.

We were invited to go rollerskating at Bill’s alien themed roller rink on Friday evening, admiring the remarkable artwork he had created and decorated the space with. We also had the pleasure of meeting Bill’s wife, Robin, a petite woman overflowing with a love of life and so many passions and stories to share. Robin had always dreamed of having llamas, and here she was in her old age, enjoying sunny days on the ranch without a single regret to her name.

Getting to know Bill and Robin was as much of a treat as getting to know their llamas, each with a name and distinguishable personality. We got up early on Saturday morning to help feed them, learning so many interesting facts about the animals- llamas actually have claws not hooves, their ancestors are rabbits, and they originated right in the Colorado/New Mexico area- just to name a few. 


Bill’s love and compassion for his llamas was just as prominent as that of any dog or cat owner I have met. I swear I saw tears welling up in this man’s eyes as he spoke of each one- some more nurturing, some bossy, others more mischievous than the rest. “They’re a spiritual being, they’re a living thing. These people, they claim they respect life and then sit down and have a good steak dinner. Excuse me, no you don’t. No, You don’t respect life at all.”

Frankie and I were surrounded by a regard for these animals (and all life for that matter) that was overwhelming and so special, serving as a reminder of why it is important for humans to coexist with all other life on earth, sharing the planet the way it was intended to be shared. Although this has been our mantra for a while, it was refreshing to be a part of a community where respecting life is normal and almost expected- contrary to the way most of society lives.

As we packed our bags and hit the road again for a seven hour drive back to Denver, we began reflecting on the wonders of a simple weekend in a much simpler world than the one we are used to. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise to miss out on the initial purpose of our trip, for we must come back again- No doubt we will be paying our new friends in Santa Fe a visit along the way.




Fully Raw February: Week One

Before I go any further, I must confess that I am mildly addicted to youtube, especially vegan youtube. I have gone through many phases over the years, binge watching videos about health and nutrition, makeup (I was a much different person back then but damn my eyebrows were killer), workout routines, fashion… you name it. I remember stumbling upon Freelee the Banana Girl, the infamous vegan youtuber known for eating thirty bananas per day. At the time, I probably had to open another tab to look up what a vegan even was, nevermind a raw vegan. You can imagine my horror when I realized that eating fully raw meant eating only fruits and vegetables. My jaw dropped (in shock or perhaps to shove another handful of cheez-its in my mouth).

When I transitioned to the vegan lifestyle about a year ago, I began educating myself on the benefits of raw foods and toyed around with the idea a bit more, watching some raw vegan videos on the web and incorporating some more smoothies and salads into my diet. Since then, I have learned much more about why going raw is beneficial, especially for resetting and nourishing your body after some less than ideal days of eating (We all know the kind). The idea behind eating fully raw is to consume only whole, uncooked or “living” foods from nature in order to reap the benefits of their nutrient contents. When plants are heated above 110 degrees, some of the nutrients die. Cooked food is also said to be more addicting than raw food (I mean it isn’t often that we binge on apples and carrot sticks, is it?).

In my Recent trip to Chicago  I was lucky enough to stumble upon a fully raw vegan restaurant, Chicago Raw, and my mind was blown. If you are a vegan and are passing through the city, you must go check it out! I discovered that some of my favorite cooked recipes can be easily made into delicious raw masterpieces- something I knew I wanted to experiment more with. Upon my return to Denver I decided that February would be a great time to take my vegan lifestyle to the next level and eat raw as much as possible.


It has now been a week of eating solely raw foods and I’m super excited to continue this challenge for the month of February. As someone who ate lots of smoothies and salads before committing to this challenge, fully raw was an easy transition for me, and it truly has opened up a whole new world of food (and health!). Here are some things I have noticed about eating fully raw during week one.

Easier Meal Prep

On a day to day basis, eating raw has been easier because I haven’t had to plan many meals. At the beginning of the week I grocery shopped for fresh produce, nuts and seeds. It is easy to make a meal of these items because any combination tastes good, and they also taste great by themselves! I love having smoothies for breakfast, fresh fruit or veggies and guacamole for lunch and a large salad for dinner. I eat some mixed nuts or dates as a snack (Not sure if you can call it a snack when a quarter of my daily caloric intake is coming from dates… But these things are so good). There isn’t much thought involved in the preparation of meals, I simply eat whatever sounds good in the moment.

Feeling Lighter and Having More Energy

I have found in my first week of fully raw eating that I feel so much lighter and have a lot more energy immediately after a meal. In the past year I have experimented with many different versions of the vegan diet and my general conclusion is that the closer to nature that I am eating, the better I feel! Of course eliminating meat and dairy provided an enormous change in my energy levels- going from immediately taking a nap after eating to feeling much more alert. It only makes sense that eating fully raw would give me copious amounts of energy- and never the “crash” that is often experienced after a giant plate of pasta and sauce with added sugar.

It is Expensive

When it comes to the vegan diet, there is a large misunderstanding that everything is so expensive. I can honestly say that I spend about $35 per week on groceries for myself when eating a standard vegan diet- Pretty cheap I’d say! Unfortunately, when it comes to eating fully raw, there isn’t any way around spending more money than I’d like. Fresh fruits and vegetables (not including potatoes, a previous staple of my diet which is ridiculously cheap and filling, but can’t really be eaten raw) are expensive. Additionally, it takes a lot more food to feel full after eating. In my first week of raw food I had to grocery shop twice, which is pretty unusual for me. This month of raw food will certainly be an investment.

I have to eat A LOT

I have always been a person with a hefty appetite and munching on raw fruits and veggies seems to maximize it. I have to eat a ton of food to feel satisfied. This usually means putting four bananas and a large cup of blueberries in my smoothies, making a salad with at least five cups of greens, a whole tomato and at least half an avocado, or eating several zuchinis worth of zoodles. On the other hand, I can eat a ton of food without feeling bloated and uncomfortable from eating too much because it’s all healthy and generally lower in calories than the standard American diet, or even the standard vegan diet. This is a good thing for someone who just really enjoys eating.

There Are So Many Great Recipes

There is a running joke in my family that I am a horrible cook. I’m not sure where exactly this life-long label originated, but I plan to overturn it by making some really easy and delicious raw recipes that even non-vegans will go crazy for. My brother has been visiting me in Denver this week and came up with a raw vegan Alfredo (stay tuned for the recipe!) that was out of this world. It was super easy and tasty, opening my mind to a new way of preparing dishes with simple, uncooked plant foods. In the next few weeks I plan to test out a variety of recipes for tacos, pasta sauces, snacks, “nice-cream” and other desserts.


In this next month I hope to challenge myself and gain a greater understanding of the raw food diet and how it impacts health and wellness. I am excited to explore new combinations of food and create some of my own recipes, all the while documenting how I feel relating to sleep, exercise and mood. I’ll be updating often and including some great recipes in the weeks to come so keep reading and feel free to join in on my Fully Raw February!