(part 2) January 13th, 2016 After a wicked workout with Mike and Jess in the sauna that is Bangkok, I grabbed my pack and jumped in a cab headed for my hostel near Khanosan road, the biggest party street in Bangkok. It’s where they filmed the Hangover sequel, when Stu…

(part 1) January 11th, 2016 I arrived in Bangkok from Hong Kong exhausted on zero sleep. Big surprise, huh? After an excruciating two-hour customs line in which I was positive I was going to pass out standing in, I left the airport on an overstuffed bus with no AC that…

(part 2) January 9th, 2016 After finishing my previous blog, I left my hostel and went on the hunt for some good noodles. I found an awesome locals’ restaurant and got a bowl with pork, chives, and a delicious floating soft-boiled egg. As previously mentioned, I had planned on going…

(part 1) January 7th, 2016 And then the time came. After pounding a half dozen free beers in Chicago and swallowing just as many cough drops, I boarded my flight to Hong Kong. I was worried. A lot. I can barely tolerate a four-hour drive to Miami with my decrepit…

January 3rd, 2016 1,937. One thousand, nine hundred and thirty seven. That is the number of days I was in graduate school. And almost every single one of them was miserable. I knew obtaining a PhD would be difficult, however I had no idea how awful the entire experience would…

August 29th, 2015 Last Saturday, everyone from the conference woke up at dawn to load onto buses and finally see more of Sao Paulo. So far, I had only explored Vila Madalena and Pinheiros where the university is located; there are 35 districts that comprise Sao Paulo! If you attempted…

August 21st, 2015 I was rattled awake at 5 am by two wasted Brits who were screaming over who owed who 12 Argentinian pesos from a meal they had eaten a week ago. Normally this would infuriate me, but today it was a convenient wake up call. I had to…

(part 2) August 18th, 2015 Was there any doubt which side would win in the battle for my brain cells… staying in and getting sleep or going to a club? No, there was no doubt. Of course, I got dragged out by Thiago, the hilarious hostel bartender, and two Scots whose names…

(part 1) August 16th, 2015 I have only been in Brazil for four days, but it feels like a month! Maybe that’s because my liver is now a shriveled pickle. I haven’t partied this hard since Europe. Or maybe the four days of TomorrowWorld that rendered me hungover for four weeks. Nevertheless…