“But are you proud to be an American?,” she smirked, a fellow expatriate in a foreign land. It was July 4th, and I was far from home. While I consider myself a true citizen of the world, there’s no denying there’s a place that made me. I have spent the past five Fourth of Julys abroad…

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road Lately, I’ve been fielding a lot of questions about the state of Alex and Anders in both my online and offline life. And that’s only fair. You tell…

For the past two weeks I’ve alluded to bad news and trouble at home but didn’t go into detail as I held my breath with hope. But there’s no more room for being elusive. On Monday, one of my family’s dearest friends, a man who has been like an uncle to me throughout my life, passed…

Back in January, I addressed some interesting and controversial feedback I received from my reader survey. I loved the discussion that ensued, and hashing out a complicated topic with you guys in the comments. Let’s do it again, shall we? How much drinking and partying is too much drinking and partying, when you travel? Clearly, based…

The first day that I was in Baños, Ecuador, I went to a zoo. I was restless to get out and do something after being caged in an overnight bus, and it was the first suggestion out of a fellow hosteler’s mouth. I was skeptical — wasn’t it one of those sad little neglected local zoos…

Long ago, I made a vow to never blog about blogging. It’s not that I’m not obsessed with the topic — serious apologies are owed to any innocent bystanders when I get together with one of my blogging buddies and we start shooting off — it’s just that it’s not what Alex in Wanderland is all…