I have marveled at how we are all the same in so many ways, but saying it in a different language, body tone, or Facebook status.
I have tweeted in Ghana in between the numerous power outages (dumsor) and eating bush meat and fish right from the sea.
Facebook still connects me to friends made while living in Mexico and my memories make me smile about the late night sessions of cumbia and salsa.
There are not enough #hashtags in hell to describe riding in a cramped car with 9 people (that was built to seat 5-6) "transit" system between Senegal and Cote d'Ivoire. It did teach me that there is some sort sort of organization in what others think is chaos.
Google+ lead to a digital adventure in Cape Verde never to be forgotten and What'sApp keeps me close to mis amigos en la Republica de Dominicana.
Pinning the Thai new year with photos of being soaked by water to wish others a prosperous new year to sharing the long escalators in the tubes of London reaffirms that I must only visit tropical and sub-tropical places and other places when it is the summer season. I'm the one you saw with flip flops and trying to stay warm in a t-shirt as I was freshly off the plane coming from Florida.
I believe that there is no such thing as bad publicity and that I must do most things...at least once. I'm determined to be on another reality t.v. show.