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Experiencing the Magic and Madness of the World Nomad Games

The World Nomad Games (At a Glance) When a horse handler caught the eye of my camera, he put on a little show. On September 5th, I arrived in Astana bagless and approaching 30 hours without sleep. The airline left my luggage in Istanbul, but I was too excited to be consumed by the inconvenience. I ventured into the city, knowing I still had a camera, passport, and a semi-operational human body. Kazakhstan is the birthplace of tulips and apples. It's inhabited by over 120 ethnic groups. Many...

The Only Two People You Should Try to Impress A mother and her daughter at Carnaval de Valencia - March 2024 As a teenager, I was always trying to impress someone. Whether it was the crowd at a sporting event or a girl at the mall, I sought validation in the words and reactions of others. I couldn't conjure self-acceptance, so I continued seeking. Hey, look at me! Yeah, no thanks. If we must impress anyone in this life, let it be two people: The child self and the older self. First is the...

Conquer the Fear of Flying When I was six, my family went to San Diego to visit relatives. I had the aisle seat on the outbound flight, and my brother had the window. Seated between us was a fella who snored like a beached walrus. Naturally, we decided to mess with him. First, we removed his watch and put it on the opposite wrist. Then, we emptied the contents of a ketchup packet on his upper back. Somehow, he didn't wake up. Had the guy been conscious, his in-flight experience would have...

The Childhood Feeling I Miss Most It was Friday. The bell sang to us. We were lined up single file: A dozen or so 8-year-old girls and boys awaiting the nod that meant 30 minutes of freedom. It was as if we had been spring-loaded into the barrels of cannons. Our teacher held the igniter. We collectively wiggled in anticipation. The nod came, and the heavy door was flung open with ferocious force, prey to a hoard of tiny hands. We burst through the door like skydivers, reaching a sprint pace...

Filling My Cup In Albania I turned the ignition for the third time. Nothing. The host from the guesthouse saw me pacing by the car as she tended the garden. The Albanian Alps loomed over the valley, appearing as sheer rock walls. I tilted back, catching glimpses of clouds dancing across frosted mountain caps. I let out a sigh. The November wind offered winter warnings. The host walked over. Moments later, people emerged from their houses. A handful of Theth's 370 inhabitants soon surrounded...

Surrendering Attachment A photo of Sabora Gridulce taken at El Saler Beach in Valencia I have wanted to live in Spain since I was 20. I was very close to falling short of that dream. I submitted a 30-page business plan and secured two Spanish work contracts, only to be rejected without explanation. Then, I applied for a non-lucrative visa and encountered countless roadblocks. I had to complete three background checks, send hundreds of emails, take two trips to Chicago, and spend thousands of...

The Visualization Exercise I Will Never Forget Ten years ago, my friend approached me in the kitchen at the financial firm where we worked. He asked if he could walk me through a psychological visualization exercise. “Sure. Let’s do it.” I had no idea what I was signing up for, nor did I care. I would have donated four quarts of blood before returning to that particle board desk under the fluorescent lights. It was a powerful exercise that revealed abandoned desires, hidden fears, and...

A Colorful Look at Carnaval In February, my friend asked if I could take photos of the three-day Carnaval de Valencia celebration held in the Spanish city's famous Russafa neighborhood. She helped organize the event and needed a photographer to capture the festivities. I didn't hesitate to say yes. I immediately thought of the vibrant floats, flowing dresses, and painted faces. It was a beautiful event of music, color, and culture—a union of traditions, with over 70 groups and 2000 dancers...

The Girl With the Balloon Her eyes met the woman in black—the guardian of the floating creatures.There it was, bouncing forth from the packwith blue eyes and pink pants. She pointed, and it was affixed to her wrist.Before she knew itthe balloon was a kite—a gliding puppet on a string. They took to the dirt and then the sky. Weightless and dancing among trees.When she ran, it flew. And when it flew, she did, too. Joy lives in this moment. We envy the boy rolling in the grass with his dog and...