Despite the politics, what I really cared about was finally getting to work. Little did I know how much politics would play into my time on Cyprus

The time to join Refugee Support Europe was nearing

A great way to practice zen is to climb aboard an old mashrutkha and release your notions of what constitutes safe driving.

Crossing the threshold into Georgia at night was a rude awakening. Having expected humble mountain homes, we were greeted by a Russian Las Vegas

“A map is the greatest of all epic poems. Its lines and colors show the realization of great dreams.” ― Gilbert H. Grosvenor

Thankfully, the call of minarets guided us towards the border as the light to a lighthouse. The unmistakable call to prayer; a wake-up call to our exit not only out of Europe, but out of what we knew.