Visiting Vietnam as a Black American
No visit to Vietnam is complete without visiting the sites dedicated to the Vietnam/American War. And as a Black American and our relationship with the U.S., it’s complicated.
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Digital Nomad Tech Fails: How to Manage Remote Work Abroad
Being a digital nomad and remote work is glamorous until your tech fails. Here’s some travel and living abroad tips on how to set yourself up for digital success.
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Black Baseball History: Negro Leagues Museum in Kansas City
Black Baseball History is alive and well at the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum in Kansas City. Perfect for cultural travel and African-American history for the whole family.
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Finding Kashmir in Vietnam
Hoi An is one of the most picturesque places in the world. It’s a UNESCO World…
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Our lineage: Christine Watts
As the veil between the living world and spirit world thins, our co-founders reflect on how…
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Our lineage: Meena Hussain
As the veil between the living world and spirit world thins, our co-founders reflect on how…
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Our lineage: Janna Zinzi
As the veil between the living world and spirit world thins, our co-founders reflect on how…
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Skeletons, Samhain and Sacatepéquez
As I traveled more and did my own research, I was led to the images of skeletons and skulls, along with the push to release fear of the spirit world and instead embrace my ancestors, known and unknown.
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Ayibobo! Haiti, Heritage Travel and Ancestral Healing
My last international trip before COVID-19 happened was to Cap-Haitien, Haiti to dance…a long time dream of mine. Thanks to Haitian-American singer, dancer and goddess Riva Nyri Precil and Le Getaway Adventure, I had the opportunity to visit one of my ancestral homelands and connect with it via spiritual folkloric dance.
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A New Orleans Second Line for Our Beloved Prince
In New Orleans’ historic Tremé neighborhood, a sea of “rainbow children” in purple wigs, sequins and sparkles saturated the streets. People of all ages, races, gender expressions and backgrounds followed the buoyant brass band horns and booty-shaking drumbeats of the second-line parade honoring the Purple One. We clapped, shouted and sang to the heavens.
There was no place I would rather have been to celebrate and mourn our collective beloved, Prince.
