How to make friends with food

As February came and went, I realize that I’ve been in my new community, Piura, for a little over a month now. It’s been an amazing first month filled with a lot of ups and downs as I learn more about my organization’s needs and build my community here.

I often think about San Francisco and the beautiful community that I left behind there. I made this video, and I had to watch these beautiful, panoramic shots of my previous city and the faces of my friends no less than a hundred times that I most definitely cried at one point.

But they weren’t tears of sadness indicating any level of regret. On the contrary, I cried because I was so happy that we built such an amazing community filled with creativity, compassion, and food. There was lots of food!

Growing up in a traditional (or as traditional as possible in America) Filipino household, my siblings and I were taught from a very early age to respect food and were required to eat at the dining table for every meal. At the time, I thought they were silly rules. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t eat while watching our favorite shows or why I had to leave my friend’s house who lived next door to come home and have dinner with my family. However, now that I’m older and living away from family, I find myself missing all of those meals at the table surrounded by people I love.

Sometime in 2018, after I got over the shame of my small, San Franciscan apartment and my fear of judgement from my friends (because I didn’t have a dining table), I started hosting neighborhood dinners on Sundays. It started weekly and focused on people who lived in close proximity to me. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe it was a simple craving to know my neighbors. Maybe it’s some kind of nostalgia for the past I never really knew but had briefly tasted while growing up in a small town in New Jersey or during my summers in my parents’ communities in the Philippines. Maybe because there is a certain level of magic when you live in close proximity to your friends and you don’t need to spend money on cab fare. Or maybe because there’s a certain level of magic on Divisadero Street, where I lived in San Francisco. As much as I wanted to have homey meals with a local community, maybe I also felt that Divisadero needed that, too.

So, I invited almost anyone on my street. I’d meet strangers in cars through Uber Pool and invited them over for dinner (sorry, dad!). I’d ask my friends and roommates to invite whomever they also thought would be a good fit for this misfit group. And I cooked. I cooked a lot: whole roasted fish, vegetable coconut curries, gallons of hummus, roasted miso braised chickens, paellas, and beautiful trays of Ratatouille (talk about a beautiful movie about food!). I even learned how to roast my first turkey through this process.

I’ve written about my love for food and the power that food has in bringing people together before. I actually started this blog on the whole concept of eating my way through Asia with my friend Mary after I had graduated early from college but I didn’t yet know when I’d start working at Google. At the time when this blog commenced, I was making what left like large life decisions (like "should I work in a winery in Spain?") and stuffing my face with whatever looked new and different but appetizing. The fork in my road has always had a figurative and literal meaning in my life as I ruminate and make life choices while finding ways to feed and eat with my community along the way.

"This isn’t a guide on how to bribe people with food to be your friends but rather how to use food as a bridge between cultures, languages, and differences of all kinds."

So how to make friends using food? First and foremost, I want to preface that one should never feel that a friendship should be built on monetary or superficial transactions. One should also never feel obligated to feed people. This isn’t a guide on how to bribe people with food to be your friends but rather how to use food as a bridge between cultures, languages, and differences of all kinds. Over this past month, my first month, in my new community in Peru, I’ve put a lot of these tips to test, and based on absolutely no scientific facts whatsoever, I promise they really work.

Tip 1: Don’t underestimate the simple phrase, “I’m hungry”

There’s a lot of power that comes from the simple phrase “I’m hungry.” Maybe it’s because it’s so rudimentary and that we rarely hear someone past the age of five proclaim it so boldly. “I’m hungry” - it sort of catches people off guard. Telling people your hungry indicates a certain level of trust and openness. When we tell a new potential friend that we’re hungry, we are telling them we need something, something basic necessary to our survival and their survival, and we are inviting them to share a meal with us if not just to point us in the right direction. This simple phrase invites vulnerability and opens the door to connecting over food.

If you’re learning a new language and find yourself in a new, foreign community, I recommend you learn how to say “I’m hungry” and “I’m full.” The latter is obviously for after you finish a meal. People get a kick out of hearing “I’m full.” In Spanish it’s “me llené,” and my coworkers take so much pride when I proclaim I’m full after they’ve brought me to a new restaurant or have introduced a new dish to me. “I’m full” - It’s a proclamation of contentedness and basically giving thanks to whoever you’re eating with and the food itself.

Tip 2: Asking what someone’s favorite food (or better, favorite typical or traditional food from their culture) is a great ice breaker

We all know people like to talk about themselves, but sometimes it can be difficult for people to divulge sensitive details about their lives if we don’t have that trust built. Confianza or trust is so important here in Peru as most people can be quite reserved when you initially meet them. “What do you like to do in your free time?” “Where did you grow up or what was your childhood like?” “How did you get into the line of work that you’re doing?” These are all fine and common questions, but they can be more invasive than we sometimes think. Starting off with what’s your favorite food or favorite food from your culture invites a story that generally most people will be happy to share. If you also happen to know a little bit about the culture that person is coming from and are acquainted with some of those traditional dishes, you’ll earn special brownie points.

Peru has a very big culture around food, and within the country there are regional pride battles when it comes to food. Not only do cooking styles differ around the country, but the raw resources available in each region depend on the climate and environment. The sierras like Cusco, Ancash, and Cajamarca have more hot or roasted foods - typically meats like pollo a la brasa and lots of pork can be found. A speciality dish is cuy which is guinea pig and is a favorite of some Peruvians. The Peruvian coast of course is known to have more fish specialties.

In my region, Piura, fish is prepared in all sorts of ways. Of course there is ceviche, but there is also tiradito (sashimi like fish coated with aji), sudado (fish stew which for me is reminiscent of the traditional Filipino dish sinigang), chicharrones (breaded and fried, small pieces of fish), and cachema (fried butterflied fish). I’ve heard that fish dishes in my region are better than the fish they prepare in the jungle because we have fresh fish from the ocean whereas the jungle fish are caught from the rivers.

I haven’t yet been to the jungles of Peru, but I’m planning to go soon because we have two Peace Corps Response volunteers there as well. I’ve also heard that the jungle food is very unique and one of the cooking styles is similar to a popular cooking technique in the Philippines where they cook or steam food wrapped in banana leaves.

Tip 3: Eat the food that people offer you

Okay, I know that this is a very controversial tip, and it’s not always possible due to dietary, health, or religious reasons. Half my friends in San Francisco are pescatarian or vegetarian which is partly why I made so many vegetable coconut curries for those Sunday neighborhood dinners. Many parts of the world, like the United States, are incredibly aware and accommodating to the spectrum of food preferences and diets. We have dairy free ice cream, gluten free pasta, and the highly revered Impossible Burger among many other innovations created to suit the culinary needs of the people. It’s amazing, but it’s also an incredibly blessed and fortunate position. If you’re in the United States and you’re having dinner at a friend’s house, then chances are you’ll be fine regardless what food preferences or restrictions you have. However there are many parts of the world (and within the United States as well), that don’t yet meet that level of Californian, free range, farm raised, dietary progressiveness some are accustomed to.

Yes, sometimes meat (like pork) and carbs (like rice) are the majority of people’s diets in other countries or cultures, but sometimes this isn’t a choice: it can be a way to survive, feed their families, and be part of long-standing traditions we don't know anything about. Yet the cooking techniques that people from heavy meat and carb cultures have learned and utilize to prepare these rather basic staples can be incredible! Despite the lack of resources or ingredients, don’t underestimate those who cook with an abundance of love, skill, and pride. If someone offers you food (within or outside of the United States), be very careful before you make judgements or criticisms of the food, the person, or the culture they are coming from.

If you can try the food that someone prepares for you, then try it. But if you can’t, just politely- very politely- decline, maybe explain a little why you must decline, and maybe come prepared with your own food as some of my friends back in San Francisco did so gracefully on ocassion. But never, ever host any judgements on the food or the person or culture offering you food. Sometimes food can be scarce or expensive, and the task of putting food on the table, let alone offering it to a stranger, can be a challenge. Even if you can’t or don’t want to eat what’s presented, graciously acknowledge and accept the kindness that is being offered. Don’t be thwarted from making friends with people who may give you a strange look because you can’t eat or don’t like their food… my next tip will help you navigate this.

Tip 4: Learn to cook something you like to eat, could share with others, and is low cost to make

I know I said you’re not obligated to feed or cook for others, and you’re not! But how awesome is it to be able to invite friends, old and new, over for dinner and share your love for them in a nourishing form? My love for cooking was developed by my father, but my love for feeding others probably stemmed from my mother. While my dad is the ultimate party host, my mom always had this uncanny talent of welcoming anyone into our home and making them feel part of the family. I guess at the end of the day, it wasn’t really about the food, but her compassion and empathy for others, and her unending desire to make you comfortable in our kitchen.

If you do have the ability to host people in your home and even just offer them bread, I really recommend it. Sometimes the nourishing part of the meal is just the company you give. If you can learn how to cook or do know how to cook, take the opportunity to share your favorite dishes with others. Especially if you have a dietary, religious, or health restriction, this is an amazing opportunity to extend a level of kindness and educate others on the delicious sorts of foods you like to or can eat. One of my best friends in San Francisco is pescaterian, and some of my most favorite meals were with her in her kitchen. I loved that I got to learn about new, healthy recipes and how to use nutritional yeast to give dishes a cheesy texture, but I also loved her obvious desire to feed me, take care of me, and nourish me with the food she knew to prepare.

"Sometimes the nourishing part of the meal is just the company you give."

Another reason why I used to cook so many vegetable coconut curries is because it’s pretty minimal effort and very, very cheap to make. A 1 lb. bag or bundle of carrots (in the United States) can generally be found around a dollar, and generally a pound of vegetables can serve four people. My coconut vegetable curry recipe usually includes two pounds of carrots ($2), a pound of potatoes (less than $1), and two pounds of whatever vegetables are on sale at the store or market that day ($3) mixed with curry powder, spices, a whole bulb of garlic (less than $1), and a can or two of coconut milk ($3-5). This simple concoction served alongside rice (6 uncooked cups and roughly $2) can feed more than 20 people for as little as $12. I started buying coconut milk and rice in bulk since they have a long shelf life anyway which brought costs down even more. And I started to learn little techniques that would help me achieve the best taste with my basic ingredients like sautéing my curry powder and spice in oil first or whole roasting my garlic before making my curry paste. After I learned that I could feed more than 20 people with $12, it was hard for me to buy a salad and drink for $12 during my lunch hour that I would end up eating quickly and mindlessly. There are so many great and easy recipes that can help us save money while nourishing our lives in so many ways.

Moving forward

Looking back to this blog post I wrote almost 6 years ago to this exact day, I stand by this statement then and now and forever:

"Obviously, while food is a means for nutrition and fuel for the body, it is without a doubt a social activity, many times a tradition, that creates or continues relationships, celebrates events, and comforts the soul."

Food transcends barriers and can nourish our lives as it nourishes our bodies if we let it. It brings people together. It’s a luxury that sometimes we forget. It’s an art form we all take pride in when we learn to master it. It’s a gift and kindness whenever we share it. It’s something that makes us really, really happy when it tastes good.

Food is a reminder that we’re all human and we’re all much more similar than we sometimes think.

My first vlog in Peru and Peace Corps Response

If a picture is worth a thousand words, what's a little video worth? I made this little compilation of my last few weeks in San Francisco and my first few weeks in Peru. Check it out on Youtube: https://youtu.be/kkC2RT-Trtc

Learn more about Peace Corps Response here: www.peacecorps.gov/volunteer/response-openings/

Moving to Peru

Today, I am leaving San Francisco to work for the Production Ministry of Peru through the Peace Corps Response Program. I share this update here because I wasn’t able to say goodbye to all my family and friends or explain where I’m headed.I’m sad that there wasn’t enough time to say goodbye to everyone properly. I hope that this post will provide some insight to your questions, and if you need it, maybe even give you some peace or inspiration with whatever it is you’re going through in life.  

How we spend the days in our life often revolves around the work we choose, consciously or unconsciously, to dedicate our time and energy to. For many years, what work meant to me was fairly simple and to the point. I started at Google as an intern when I was nineteen years old. After graduating and backpacking Southeast Asia, I continued to work at Google on one of their fastest growing advertising products for several years before I left to work at a smaller partner called PubMatic. I built a career with a very good trajectory in programmatic advertising, and I’ve learned so much from numerous mentors, clients, and colleagues throughout the process.

One of the main lessons that brings me to where I am today is how to make choices, particularly with our time and our work, with intention, authenticity, and courage. While I knowingly worked very hard for the success in my career in advertising, I hadn’t consciously yet defined what success personally meant to me. This is no unique or unfamiliar revelation: I was climbing a corporate ladder in an industry where I had no authentic interest in reaching the top. While I’ve always been inspired by technology and its ability to impact businesses and communities, I also had interests in social impact, art, and public service, that went unexplored or ignored because I didn’t have the time or energy… and because I was afraid.

It takes some time and some heart to build the courage to design and execute a life with intention.

It took me the past four years to research and plan to be where I am right now - which is literally a plane headed to Lima for my Peace Corps Response orientation before I eventually make my way to Piura, Peru where I will be based.  For some time, I considered pursuing my MBA like many of my Google colleagues did. I studied for awhile and took the entrance exams after working for Google in China - an experience that foreshadowed or ignited my interest in working abroad. I also researched Master’s in Public Policy or Public Administration programs because I questioned if a business degree would align with my post graduate career interests. I started consulting and grant writing for nonprofits and public education institutions on my nights after work. I spent a lot of time ideating, researching, and building the courage to make the choices which put me on this plane today.

Eventually, I found the Peace Corps Response Program which focuses on placing professionals and experts of certain fields in organizations abroad for a short period of time. Unlike the traditional 27 month Peace Corps Volunteer program, Peace Corps Response placements work with a specific organization and range from 3 to 12 months.

I applied for a few positions that were aligned to my interests and the professional skills I built from advertising and my experience working with nonprofits. However, it was not an easy transition for me. I was rejected a few times, and I initially was denied medical clearance. So after nearly a year of applications, interviews, Spanish language assessments, and medical and security clearances, I’m excited to embark on this journey towards a new country, new community, and new career.

I had a lot of doubt and uncertainty throughout this career transition, but I’m grateful to have family and friends who’ve stood by me as I grew into the person I am today. If there’s anything that you take away from this post I hope it’s that you go find, build, and nurture your community because it in turn will nurture and support you. I thank all of the people who’ve nurtured me these past few years.

Our lives are comprised of a string of choices like stanzas in a song, and not everything will always feel right. I made some very difficult personal choices including giving up that career trajectory in advertising, saying farewell for now to many close family and friends, and even ending a beautiful long-term relationship. I know I’m in a very fortunate position to be able to let those things go which made those choices even more difficult. I still have some fears and doubts, but I finally feel this inner peace which I haven’t been able to achieve the past few years.

I hope to provide more updates on here as I get settled in Peru. If you’re still reading this, thank you for being a part of this journey with me.

How to plan your own Machu Picchu Adventure

A lot of my friends and family have been asking me about how I planned my Inca Trail Hike to Machu Picchu, so I’ve decided to write a post about it here. If you’ve done any preliminary research on going to Machu Picchu, you probably already know there are many options, but don’t let the planning and logistics discourage you. Going or seeing the Inca’s City of the Gods can be a very beautiful experience with just a little bit of preparation. In my opinion, the experience which I found more beautiful than seeing the sunrise over Machu Picchu on the final day of our 4 day/ 3 night trek, was the actual 4 day hike and just being on the Inca Trail itself. Being on the Inca Trail means to be surrounded by so much nature, history, culture, and life. It beckons you to understand the spiritual strength of the Incan people and admire how they built such audacious and beautiful buildings through their faith. Being on the Inca Trail challenges you a little bit both mentally and physically. But overall, being on the Inca Trail asks you to live in the moment.

I really enjoyed hiking the Inca Trail because of its rich history and spiritual meaning. What is just a hike now for you and me used to be the religious pilgrimage for the Incan people. Also, the 26 miles through the Andes is beautiful. You’re immersed in nature and so far disconnected from civilization. For 4 days, I didn’t have any cell or wifi connection, access to work emails let alone electricity or hot water. I also didn’t have a mirror, so I totally forgot what I looked like for 4 days. The Inca trail hike to Machu Picchu embodies the cliché “the journey is the destination”. But I understand that a 4-day trek is not for everyone, and it’s okay if you choose to take the train up to Machu Picchu. The Vistadome train is a scenic ride alongside the river and allows you to see some Inca ruin sites along the way. I’ll write a future post of taking the Vistadome train to Machu Picchu and back, but regardless of how you choose to visit Machu Picchu, I recommend taking a few moments during your journey to reflect and admire the spiritual and physical strength of the Incas.

Now don’t get me wrong – seeing Machu Picchu in its glory is beautiful. However, be prepared for tourists crowds – and lots of them. During peak tourist months and just peak hours of any day, Machu Picchu can resemble some unreal amusement park with its large crowds, school groups on field trips, and overpriced refreshment stands.

If possible, I highly recommend you do the Classic Inca Trial hike, which is 4 days of hiking 26 miles through the Andes and 3 nights of camping in the mountains. However, if you have time constraints or camping is not your thing, then I recommend the Inca Trail 2 day/1 Hotel night option. This partial Inca Trail hike is really just 1 day of hiking (no more than 5 miles), still allows you to be on the historic Inca trail, see 1-2 Inca ruin sites on the way, and you can stay in a hotel in Aguas Calientes the night before you go see Machu Picchu at sunrise.

While planning your trip, consider what time of year you are going and book your spots with a tour company as far in advance as possible if your dates aren’t flexible. It’s important to note that are a limited number of spots to enter both the Inca Trail and Machu Picchu, and hiking the Inca Trail requires you to go with a licensed Inca Trail Tour operator. Hiking the trail alone was prohibited after 2001 when tourists didn’t follow trail and camping regulations.

If you are going to do the full 4 day hike or even just the partial hike, I recommend “training” a little bit for the Inca Trail as well. You don’t need to be an athlete or experienced hiker to do the Inca trail. My tour guide also told me the oldest client he had on the trail was 77 and did fine. The Inca Trail can be challenging, but it’s not impossible. Just like altitude acclimation, allow your body the opportunity to prepare a little bit for the trek with a little training. Get on the Step Master or climb stairs in your building. Views are best seen when you’re standing tall instead of bent forward catching your breath!

I found a really good article here on how to plan your Machu Picchu and help you ask a lot of good questions while searching for a Tour office. Additionally, I’ve listed the main steps to planning your trip below:

Step 1: Decide when to go

The number of people allowed on the trail and inside Machu Picchu’s wall is limited, so plan and book your trip as far in advance as possible. Spots can book up months in advance.

• Tourist Season (also Dry season): May – September w/ June – August being peak seasons
  • Pro’s: Lower risk for rain
  • Con’s: More expensive and more crowds of tourists
• Low Season: October – April
  • Pro’s: Way less tourists
  • Con’s: Expect light showers at unpredictable times of the day

Step 2: Consider your Machu Picchu Tour options

• Hiking/trekking or by train?
• Hotels or camping?
• How many days?
• Budget or Luxury?

 Step 3: Choose a Tour company that offers what you’re looking for

• Find a credible company
  • Pro tip: The better-known companies (they’re recommended on all the sites) will have larger groups because people from abroad are usually booking these companies first. Look at the smaller, local names for more intimate groups and an authentic experience.
• Check what is and what is not included
  • Pro tip: Ask them how big their tent is and if you get the tent to yourself or if you have to share with your friend. Tall, white boys you’ll thank me. Andean people are short, so look for a company with tents that can fit you.
• Compare prices
  • Average classic Inca Trail trek (4 day/ 3 night) price is $500 - $650 USD per person, but the range can be anywhere from $350-1300 USD

Details of my trip are below. I also booked my 4 day/ 3 night Classic Inca Trail hike with Alpaca Expeditions. They are a newer Inca Trail tour operator with very positive reviews online and on TripAdvisor. In terms of price, they cost a little more than average but often have smaller groups and better camping equipment. I highly recommend Alpaca.

• Dates: 4 days in Lima, 2 days in Cusco to acclimate to the altitude, then 4 days on the Inca Trail
• Inca Trail Hike dates: January 6 – January 9
• Weather: Unpredictable. Sub zero nights in the mountains. Light showers mid morning or late afternoon. Overcast and lots of sunny spots.

I’m considering on writing a few more posts on how to do Machu Picchu such as how to pack and where to eat, but let me know if you have any questions!

How to do Paris Alone and on a Budget.

“there are worse thingsthan being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late”

― Charles Bukowski

I don't mind travelling alone, but that’s just me. Of course it’s not my preference to travel alone nor do I really encourage any girl to travel by herself; however, if given the opportunity to experience something really great, I would encourage anyone and everyone to say “yes” regardless of who or who’s not by your side. I don't encourage reckless or dangerous behavior, but there are worse things in life than traveling and being alone in a beautiful city. However, there are few things worse than regret. Be open to where life can take you even if you're flying solo.

Paris has forever been known as one of the most romantic place on Earth. Countless times do we hear of newlyweds returning from their honeymoon in Paris, see pictures of kisses exchanged at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, or lovers embracing in Parisian streets. Without a doubt, Paris is a top destination for a couples, so how can one visit Paris and skip all the romance?

After visiting my cousin in London, I went to Paris on my way to Spain. Unfortunately, I never made it to Spain because life changed, but I ended up staying in Paris by myself for a week and a half. The following are some tips and tricks for your nonromantic visit to Paris alone (or with platonic companions) and on a budget.

1. Get a Paris Metro Pass

I got a metro pass since I was staying in Neuilly-sur-Seine a western suburb of Paris. Even if you decide not to get a Metro pass, get comfortable with the idea that you'll be riding the metro. The public transportation system in Paris is extremely easy and fast. Side Tip: I don't recommend taxis in Paris as most of the city is accessible by metro or foot, not all taxi drivers will speak English, you may get overcharged, and if you're a girl traveling alone you may get Taken. Seriously.

http://www.parismetro.com/

2. Get a Paris Museum Pass

http://en.parismuseumpass.com/

In the words of one of my favorite sports brands, Just Do It. This is my number one tip because the Paris Museum Pass allows you unlimited access to over 60 museums and monuments in and around Paris (i.e. Château de Versailles) for a flat price. The pass is available for 2 days, 4 days, or 6 days (I chose 6 days since I was in Paris for over a week). If you’re in Paris for a weekend get the 2 day pass for 39 euros (roughly $50 USD). Not only can you visit any museum multiple times, but you also get to skip the horrible tourist queues. If you’re travelling alone, this will save you from having to watch couples coo at each other and, more importantly, save you hours from standing in line allowing you to maximize your time in this beautiful city. For example, Musée du Louvre can easily have a 3 hour wait. Ask yourself, “How do I want to spend my time?” Honestly, I went to the Louvre, entered right away, ventured around, exited for lunch, and re-entered  the Louvre before some people I saw in queue the first time even got to enter. Just do it. And you’re welcome.

Side Tip: If you have the time or flexibility, I highly recommend going to Château de Versailles. It's outside of Paris, so you need to take the metro there. The museum pass works there, and will really save you a lot of time when you get to skip the queue.

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2. Determine the most optimal museum (or whatever you're into) route

If you don’t know what you want to do and are perfectly content walking the streets, then do that. After all, this is a great way to discover a city. However, if you do know what you want to see in Paris and have limited time, then determine your best walking route. You can easily visit multiple museums in one day if you know where to look. Personally I love museums, and I fell in love with Impressionism in kindergarten. Monet was my first love, so I knew I had to visit Musée de l'Orangerie to see Les Nymphéas. Here’s how I would do 3 of the top museums in 1 day:

In the morning, start at Musée d'Orsay by Rue de la Légion d'Honneur because the Metro RER C is right by this OR start at Musée de l’Orangerie if you’re taking Metro M1, M8, or M12 (stop is Concord). Personally, Musée d'Orsay is my favorite museum but Musée de l’Orangerie is a must and a quick visit to see Monet’s Les Nymphéas.

After Musée d'Orsay and Musée de l’Orangerie, stroll through Jardin des Tuileries (Tuileries Garden). Take your time, get a coffee or snack, and breathe it in. The Garden Tuileries is comparably to our Central Park and also very close to Musée du Louvre.

On your way to Musée du Louvre, take a quick snapshot by Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel. Beware of pickpockets and con artists here.

Finally, enter Musée du Louvre. The Louvre has the famous Mona Lisa and a beautiful Greek and Roman sculpture collection including Venus de Milo; however, Musée d'Orsay has a better impressionism and post-impressionism collection. I’d do a little research and decide how you want to split your time. If anything, remember you can always return to a museum for free and at ease with the Museum Pass.

If you’re ambitious, you can also visit Musée Les Arts Décoratifs which is right by the Louvre, although this collection wasn’t very important to me and I spent more time in d'Orsay.

Prices: Musée d'Orsay € 9 Musée de l'Orangerie € 10 Musée du Louvre € 12 Musée Les Arts Décoratifs € 10

Side Tip: Musée de l'Orangerie and Musée du Louvre are closed on Tuesdays. Musée d'Orsay is closed on Thursdays. Musée Les Arts Décoratifs is closed on Mondays.

3. Eat a croissant. And a baguette.

This post isn’t meant to review French gastronomy, perhaps I’ll do that at a later time. However during your stay in Paris, you must eat a croissant and a baguette (of course, unless you’re allergic to gluten). Throw your carb free diet out the window, and take my advice. Croissants, baguettes, and all kinds of pastries and baked goods are impeccable in France and will be kind on your budget. I don’t have a particularly bakery to recommend, as they’re all exquisite and I chose spontaneously.

Side Tip: Find a boulangerie or pâtisserie with a long line, and get whatever the person in front of you ordered.

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4. Drink wine.

1) You’re trying to get through Paris alone, right?

2) What better way to discover France than a nice glass (or bottle) of Bordeaux? It’s only appropriate on so many levels.

5. Carry a good book with you and slow down.

I believe in planning logistics like how to get from Point A to Point B, where you’re staying at night, and how to maximize your time. If you’re a female traveler and/or travelling alone, I highly encourage you to do some planning when in a foreign city for your safety; however, I discourage making day itineraries and planning by the minute. This tip doesn’t pertain to just Paris, but nonetheless is important. Carry a good book with you, stop in a café, and read. Breathe… and really breathe. Take everything in and enjoy every minute. Feel alone but don’t feel lonely. Go where you want to go. Eat what you want to eat. Again, be open to where life can take you. After all, c'est la vie.

Stay hungry,

P.S. This post is dedicated to one of my followers. Thank you Sasha.

Feature photo credit: Collection Sciences Po

My Top 10 Favorite Travel Photos of 2013

"If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears." - Cesare Pavese

Dream on Dreamer Part II

During college, I never got to study abroad or travel like many of my friends did. I dreamt of faraway places and food I hadn't tasted yet, so I made a promise to myself that before I started working full-time I would find a way to travel. This is the dream that started The Fork in my Road and the infamous backpacking tour through Southeast Asia aka "Taking Asia 2013."

So with this time between graduation and work, I’ve decided to embark on a sort of Thoreauvian journey pursuing all the things I love, particularly food and culture. Culture is fascinating to me because it’s the history, customs, and languages that comprise the complex identity of a group of people. A collective’s culture tells their story: where they’ve been and where they’re headed. Also, while culture can easily bond individuals, it can also quickly divide. On the other hand, I believe food is the ultimate bridge between people. After all, we all have to eat. I love trying different kinds of food, and I really can eat anything. I’m infamous in my family for being a balut aficionado. Similar to culture, I think food tells a story but just requires a different form of listening. I guess you could call me a “foodie” or a person with an insatiable appetite for soulful foods and a sophisticated palette. But put simply, I really just like to eat a lot.

Back in August 2012, I discovered that my friend Mary, also a fellow foodie, would be graduating college early as well, so we decided to go on a trip and eat our way through Asia. The metaphorical fork in my road transforms to a literal one, or in some places transforms into a pair of chopsticks. In five weeks, we will taste a little bit of the Philippines, Singapore, Malaysia, Cambodia, Vietnam, and China in that order.

Excerpt from About TFIMR

Earlier in February, in retrospect of the dream that started the 3.5 week 7 country 18+ city tour and in response to many of my friends and old classmates' inquiries as to what the hell I was doing jumping from country to country, I wrote a blog post called Dream on Dreamer Part I. Many of you have seen the pictures hash tagged #TakingAsia2013, been spammed with international airport check-ins on Facebook (sorry!), or even have decided to follow this blog. And many of you asked how we did it and how we afforded it without selling our bodies in Thailand. (Don't worry, Dad. This is a joke!) In  Dream on Dreamer Part I, I promised to tell you one day how to make your own Asian adventure come true. Fortunately for you, I try to stick to my promises. So for the first time ever, I'm releasing notes on how Mary and I planned to eat our way through Asia. Take a look here.

The first tab is a day by day outline of how and where we traveled. Of course, you can see we traveled quite quickly. I tried to re-track these days to the best of my knowledge, but there are some gaps especially when we made it to Nanjing. I didn't include the specific activities we did everyday because Mary and I didn't make daily itineraries. Although our days were packed, we wanted to have the freedom to explore and just go where the food took us, but we knew we needed to plan travel logistics (flights, hostels, etc). If you're traveling around Asia and especially if you're a female traveler (and with another female traveler), I highly suggest you plan hostels in advance... and print maps of some areas that you'll be traveling to (i.e. airport to hostel).

The second tab is an outline of our total costs per person for the trip. As you can see, the 3.5 week 7 country 18+ city tour around Asia cost $1,609.63*. This includes everything from flights around Asia, hostels and hotels, food (oh, so much food), souvenirs, cooking classes, buses, tuk-tuks, bamboo norry trains, boats, tours, shopping, drinks, etc. I recognize that Mary and I did some frivolous and unnecessary activities (i.e. facials, massages, bird spit soup), so I've also included a third tab deducting these activities and the new total cost is $1,385.19*.

It can be very daunting to plan a trip, but rest assure that you just need to plan the basics and that it is financially doable. So go ahead, dream on dreamer.

Stay hungry,

P.S. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have about our Taking Asia 2013 spreadsheet.

*Figures don't include flight from U.S. to Asia. Flights from U.S. to Asia vary depending on origin airport and final destination, seasons, cabin preference, and airlines; however, flights range from $700-$2000. 

A year ago from today...

"She wasn't where she had been. She wasn't where she was going…but she was on her way.

It was November 12, 2012, and this blog didn't exist yet. I hadn't gone gallivanting around Asia yet. Mary and I were still looking up hostels and different foods we had to eat. The closest I'd gotten to Claude Monet (one of my favorite artists) was through the art books my mom and dad had given me when I was a child. A year ago from today, I was still studying (kind of) in college in Milwaukee, living in a house with six people part-time, bartending in a Greek cafe and bar part-time, and living with my family in Chicago for the rest of the time.

I recently received an email that the yearly renewal for my domain theforkinmyroad.com is approaching, and I realized how I've really neglected this blog. This doesn't particularly bother me so much since my most dedicated follower is my dad, and I call him everyday anyway. However, more importantly, I realized how quickly time has passed. There are many things that have happened since November 9, 2012. Here's a few things that have happened (in no particular order):

• My dad got remarried

• I climbed a mountain

• I got lost in a jungle in Malaysia

• My little brother Lawrence went to college (which also is my alma mater)

• My best friend Mary and I slept in an airport

• I learned how to cook Cambodian food from the chef to the king of Cambodia

• I traveled to 33 cities in Asia + Europe in 3 months

• I moved to San Francisco

• I ran 3 half marathons

• I met my cousin's beautiful 1/4 Filipino and 3/4 British baby

• I saw Monet's les nymphéas in Musée de l'Orangerie

• I was driven home in a police car (Courtesy ride of course because there were no taxis available)

• My little brother Leonard started high school

• I swam in a waterfall

• I started working full-time at Google

• Saw Mary in NYC (twice)

• My little sister ran her first race ever!

A lot's happened since last November 12th. A lot of things have changed, and I know I've changed. I've been to so many beautiful places, met incredible people, and learned a lot of things about myself and the world. I was just talking to a friend today about regrets or things we'd do different if we had the chance. The word "regret" always gets a bad rap because it has a negative connotation and implies you didn't do something right. However, I challenge how we use the word “regret” in society. Regret is a natural and positive part of life and growth. If you look back on any given situation and believe that you did everything right, you're probably wrong. I think looking back and seeing where things could have gone differently is a sign of self-awareness and growth. It's an indication that you're a better person and that you have the ability to learn. I know I have regrets. I regret not listening to that guy that told me not to swim too close to the waterfall. I (sometimes) regret making Mary climb the mountain when I knew she really didn't want to. Sorry, Mary.

I'm positive that I've grown in this past year, but some things remain the same:

• I still miss my mom

• I still can't stay put in one place for more than a week

• I still haven't been to Spain

• I still work harder than I probably should

• I still haven't improved my mile time as much as I'd hope

• I still can't tell you what I want to be when I grow up

A year ago from today this blog didn't exist yet. But also, that girl, pre-TFIMR, doesn't quite exist anymore. She's still here... but she's on her way. And that's really all we can ask from ourselves. Although you're not yet the person who you wish or want to be, take comfort in knowing that you're better than the person you were yesterday. So a year ago from today, who were you? A year ago from today, what were you doing?

Stay hungry,

Dear Mom

Today is Mother’s Day in the United States. Wherever in the world you are, write your mother a letter.

Dear Mom,

I promised myself I wouldn't get sad today, and I was doing really well since I was so busy traveling for work. I woke up, rushed to the airport, changed planes in Dallas, and practically collapsed by the time I made it to my hotel here in New York. There has been no time to get sad today, but the same lingering thought that occupied my mind twelve hours and 2,905 miles ago is stronger than ever: Today is Mother's Day.

Although I've made it across the country, I can't escape the fact that it's Mother's Day. It's all over Instagram, Facebook, Wordpress, the streets, television, etc. My friends are having brunch or dinner with their moms. Moms are getting sweet little hand drawn cards from their kids. If feels like everyone is so happy and cute with their mom, and I'm just here... trying to listen to you listening to me.

I know you're out there or up there somewhere watching over me and my brothers and sister. And I know sometimes, if I try really, really hard or if I'm quiet enough and close my eyes I can feel you. I can smell your perfume. I can hear your laugh. I can feel you loving me.

And I'm not mad at all those girls being happy with their moms, I envy them because it hurts. I miss you. I needed more time with you. I need more time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you angry and made things difficult for you. I'm sorry for any time you felt unloved or alone because we always loved you, but we were so young. I wish you never had to feel the pain from your cancer or that you had to lose your hair or your breast. I wish I could have been more helpful to you.

I know it's getting late, and you might be sleeping now because I definitely should, but if you can hear me I just want you to know how thankful I am that you're my mother. Your beauty emanates from the kindness in your soul and the strength of your heart. I hope I grow up and become just like you. I'm incredibly proud and blessed to be your daughter.

Love always,

Louella

The Turn in the Fork in my Road

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans" John Lennon

"Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape" Anonymous

"C'est la vie" Anonymous

As many of you know, I got my full-time offer with Google last year and was scheduled to start working full-time at the Google headquarters in Mountain View, California in September 2013. So when I graduated from the University this past December, I embarked on an amazing trip around Southeast Asia. When that ended, I made plans to work in a winery in Spain until June (My little brother's high school graduation is on June 6, so I wanted to go back to America for that). And my dad who's incredibly smart and supportive helped me schedule my flight to Spain and talked to the airline so that I could make stops in both London and Paris on my way to Spain without paying virtually anything more!

So at the moment, I'm writing to you from Paris. I haven't been able to write or post in awhile, but I've just been busy living so much life. There's too many things to eat and too many people to meet. However, I do have a very important update for you. The fork in my road has taken a very interesting turn. Last week while I was in London, I was notified that some things about my full-time position at Google have changed: I start work April 15 in San Francisco.

That's correct. That's approximately 15 days from right now... and I'm in Paris. I haven't even been to Spain yet. The past couple days have been a whirlwind of confusion and excitement: I had to cancel my Spain wine internship, one of my friends volunteered to drive me to California, and my dad had to call the airlines (again) and get me a flight back to America ASAP.

So earlier today while on the metro somewhere in Paris, I've been trying to process some of the things that have happened to me lately or what's in store for me in the future, and it occurred to me that none of the plans I've ever made for myself have actually ever happened. I always planned to be a doctor when I younger, but I majored in business. The college I went to surprised me and my family. I never got into advertising even though I desperately tried. Finally, I would never had imagined I'd work and live in New York and San Francisco within the same year. Next week, I won't be in Spain as anticipated but on an epic road trip from Chicago to California. I suppose the only thing that actually worked out the way I had planned was graduating college in 3.5 years.

It's easy to become overwhelmed when we begin to realize the little control we may have in the plans we have for ourselves, but Life is an adventure... and it can be beautiful. We may not have control in exactly how life unfolds itself, but we do have the control on how we see and react to the things that happen to us. Also, I think that the ambiguity and possibilities of what can happen are all part of the beauty in life. Life can be an adventure and it can be absolutely beautiful, but only if we choose it to be.

I know this post isn't quite about Paris or London... stay tuned for more specifics about British or French food and sights, but I hope this helped you with whatever life has thrown at you recently.

Stay hungry, Louella

Food and Family in the "Filipinas"

After my "Taking Asia 2013" trip with my friend and fellow foodie, Mary, I've been blessed with the opportunity to explore the culinary scene here in Manila, Philippines. Of course after 4.5 weeks of backpacking through Asia (Philippines, Singapore, Malaysia, Cambodia, Vietnam, and China), it's nice to return to a familiar city with familiar faces. As a result of its rich historical and cultural background, Manila has many interesting food spots that are worth the infamous Manila traffic. The theme for today's post is the connection between food and family.

While food is a means for nutrition and fuel for the body, it is without a doubt a social activity, many times a tradition, that creates or continues relationships, celebrates events, and comforts the soul. Personally, my family catches up on the week's activities during our weekly Sunday breakfast or brunches (it usually starts around 8am and last until Noon or when we dissipate church). It's a nice and comforting tradition: you'd wake up to the smell of coffee or the sound of someone cooking, you'd go to the kitchen finding everyone at the table loaded with food, and you'd sit at said table for hours after said food is gone just to talk while dipping pandesal in cofffee.

Many times, I find that the largest concern during these breakfasts with my family (which usually includes my dad, sister, two brothers, and two uncles) is the dangers of laughing with your mouth full of food. You never know what joke someone will tell or absurd thing someone will do. For example, one time my younger brother, Leonard, accidentally knocked over a liter of soda while getting me coffee making it explode on the floor, shooting the ceiling, and staining the whole kitchen and dining room. It was like a Coca-Cola massacre. Other times, my other brother and sister initiate hilarious quarrels that really prevent you from eating and risking spitting your food at your dad across from you.

I know that not many families have the opportunity to get together for a meal, so I feel incredibly blessed to have these times with my family and would definitely encourage others to try to establish a weekly meal with their loved ones. I think that my love for food is definitely connected to the love I have for my family.

With that said, there are two great food spots in Manila that I recently visited and deserve recognition for the "love for the family" that their food emulates. While the following places do not serve Filipino food exactly, their food has both commendable tastes and evident love that fit with Filipino traditions.

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Place: TTK Authentic Singaporean Foods Order: Hainanese Chicken and Rice and Singaporean Seafood Laksa Price: Hainanese Chicken and Rice (188 Pesos) and Singaporean Seafood Laksa (198 Pesos)

Notes: TTK instantly came to mind when I was preparing to write this post because the Singaporean owner named the restaurant in honor of his daughter. Franco, originally from Singapore, is co-owner of TTK and the head chef. Everything that comes of the kitchen and lands on your table is pretty much Franco's creation. During my visit the restaurant was bombarded with takeout orders, so it took a little while for my two dishes. However, I think that TTK is worth the wait and the average service. From a girl who loves street food and Michelin star restaurants, TTK offers simple great Singaporean food in Manila at a low cost and with minimal frills. If you're very familiar with Singaporean food, you should be aware that the food is altered just a little bit to mediate a lack of resources in the Philippines necessary for Singaporean cooking, but you can be assured that there are no big changes that compromise the dignity of the cuisine.

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To be honest, I have to say that the Hainanese Chicken I ate at TTK was better than the Hainanese Chicken I ate in Singapore. Although Anthony Bourdain recommended the Hainanese Chicken that I sampled in Singapore in Maxwell Street, I realize it may not be the best version of the dish in all of Singapore. Also, while I've learned that Hainanese chicken is a very accessible dish all throughout Asia, it can largely depend on your preference and tastes. Originally from China, Hainanese chicken is a staple dish in Singapore, Malaysia, Vietnam, and Thailand. While it is difficult for me to say or judge the simple but traditional taste of this dish, I can promise that the Hainanese Chicken at TTK's is delicious and authentic. Hainanese Chicken rice is the national dish of Singapore, and I admire it's simplicity. In terms of preparation, the whole chicken is boiled in stock or water with generous ginger and garlic until the meat is cooked thoroughly. Most of the chicken skin and fat is kept on the meat, so this dish can be a surprising sight at first to many Americans who may be used to their chicken roasted or fried - the chicken (with the skin still on) will look very pale and even white. However, I highly recommend trying this dish because, as you can imagine, this unique cooking method promises very juicy and flavorful chicken. Finally, in Singaporean Hainanese chicken, the remaining stock is often used in the preparation for the rice.

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Place: Sophie's Mom Bakery Location: 8760 Santol Street, San Antonio Village, Makati Website: http://www.facebook.com/sophiesmomonline Order: Spanish style bread and Nutella Truffle Mochi Ice Cream

Food notes: So during my first visit, I only ordered the Spanish bread, but I knew that Sophie's Mom is a very special bakery. So a little story that I heard through the grapevine about the name before the establishment existed, the owner originally made mochi ice cream desserts for her daughters and daughters' friends. The little treat became a hit, and one of the daughters, Sophie, started receiving requests or orders from her friends for more of her mom's treats. Thus Sophie's Mom started.

On my first visit, I ordered the Spanish bread which has a sweet pastilla-like filling. When I say pastilla I don't mean the Moroccan meat pie, but this sweet milk-sugar mixture similar to dulce de leche as a result of our Spanish influence. The Spanish bread is very soft and resembles a pandesal, but has a great surprise inside when you bite into it and find the sweet pastilla. It's great paired with coffee.

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Put simply, share the food and share the love. Do you have a story about how food connects you and your family? Leave a comment, I'd love to hear it!

Stay hungry, Louella

Featured Image Photo Cred: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippine_cuisine

The Pursuit of Everything

In the very beginning, or at least around October 2012 when I had decided to begin blogging about the food and culture from my travels, I encountered one of the greatest challenges every blogger inevitably must face: What should I title my blog? After long brainstorm sessions, numerous conversations with family members and friends, and lots of research, I had a good and solid list of potential blog titles. Of those included:

“Little Girl, Big Mouth” (although I thought that this could be misconstrued) “The World on My Plate” (this Wordpress site www.theworldonmyplate.com already exists) “Chopsticks and Sandals” (too geographically limiting) “Delicious Diaries” (Too 3rd grade) “Scrumptious Stories” (Too 4th grade) “Treks and Treats” (Too 5th grade) “The Pursuit of Tastiness” (Already exists) “The Pursuit of Deliciousness” (Deliciousness sounds too strange)

Although my blog would have a focus on food, I also wanted to capture more in my travels. I wanted to capture the stories of a culture, the heart of the people, and the beauty of living life to its fullest. I wanted my blog title to capture this, so I wanted to title it “The Pursuit of Everything.”

But after a very quick Google search (it’s interesting how quickly Google can make you happy or sad), I found that "The Pursuit of Everything" was already taken. Curious, I clicked on the site and I was led to an inspirational blog and a delusional man, AJ Leon, who calls himself a misfit.

Similar to me he’s nomading around the world, blogging about his travels, and has great hair that is occasionally tied back when it’s time to get serious. But more importantly, AJ and I believe in living with intention and contributing something positive to this world before it’s our time to kick the bucket. Obviously, this is not a post about food or culture, but I wanted to pass this story on to you because I think you have a lot in common with me and AJ. I also feel like AJ’s story will help you accomplish your dreams, whatever they may be, and I did just write a post on dreams. It’s an understatement to say that AJ’s journey and writing is inspiring, but I don’t know how else to quite say it. So here’s a word from AJ:

My name is AJ. I used to be an unremarkably average financial executive in Manhattan. I made six figures, had an outrageous bonus and a corner office.... On December 31, 2007, I left my six figure, crazy bonus, Manhattan corner office job. Not for a raise. Not in a vertical move to another company. Not to get a change of scene. But to stop, once and for all, living some other dude’s life. That day I realized two things. There was more to life than working a job you hate, and more importantly, there was more to me than could ever be expressed in a place with so many rules. If you read this paragraph and have no idea what I’m talking about, you should probably not bother going further, but for the rest of you, this book is an ode to the misfits.

You see, I believe that you, like me, were not meant to live a life of convention and conformity. I believe that you were put here, at this very moment, to change the world in a fashion that only you can. These essays were written while on my own path to doing just that. And I hope beyond hope that they will in some small way help you to find yours.

While AJ is traveling/blogging the world in 1080 days, running his company Misfit, Inc., getting kids in Tanzania on Twitter, helping villages in Kenya, raising money for schools in South Sudan, he is also launching his first book, “The Life and Times of a Remarkable Misfit,” but he does need some help. If you think you’re a misfit, are curious about his guy, or you are still reading, CLICK HERE.

I’m sad that I couldn’t own www.pursuitofeverything.com because AJ beat me to it, but I’m happy that in the search for the perfect blog title I found a fellow misfit, dreamer, and friend. I hope you’ll enjoy AJ’s story or pass it on. After all, the only people who’ve actually succeeded in changing the world were all misfits.

I also like to think they were simultaneous foodies.

As always, stay hungry, Louella

Cooking Class in Vietnam

On February 6, our last day in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam, Mary and I took a cooking class at the Vietnam Cookery Center. Established in 1999, the Vietnam Cookery Center is the first professional Cookery Center in Vietnam, teaching Vietnamese gastronomy to Tourists and other professional visitors from all over the world. The class started with an informative tour of the local and busiest market in Saigon. We learned about the local produce and traditional ingredients we would be using later in the day. Also because it was early in the morning, we got to see a lot of the local restaurant owners and cooks pick out their produce and meats for the day.

The dishes we made: Morning glory and Vietnamese mint salad, pork and mushroom stuffed fried tofu with a sweet tomato sauce, and traditional pho bo (beef pho or Vietnamese noodle soup).

Contact: VIETNAM COOKERY CENTER – HOCHIMINH CITY 4th Fl, # 26 Ly Tu Trong St., Dist. 1 HO CHI MINH CITY – VIETNAM Tel : (84-8) 38 27 03 49 – Fax : (84-8) 38 23 80 85

Email : contact@vietnamese-cooking-class-saigon.com

Featured Image Photo Credit: blog.kitchit.com

Dream on dreamer Part I

I've had many friends back at school asking about my trip and commenting how they wish they could do something similar. I've also had a lot of time to think on our recent boat, bus, and airplane rides, so I decided to write a little about my thoughts and responses to my friends and fellow dreamers. The following isn't a "how-to" on dreams, but still food for thought.

College students often have dreams but many don't come true. Sometimes these dreams manifest during the calm of the early morning after a night out. Sometimes they develop during a break from a study session with a friend. And sometimes, like a mosaic, a dream is pieced together by a collective. Starting with one little insignificant piece, it slowly becomes a masterpiece.

We've all had these discussions with our fellow dreamers. They usually begin with the leading question, "Wouldn't it be cool if...?" or the simple declaration, "Let's go..." And sometimes, these discussions begin with the dangerous statement: "We should..." But regardless of how our dreams are born or start, they all envision that "great thing" we could, would, or should do in this time in our lives as young adults.

There's something about the University that breeds this special kind of dreams. It's like there is something in the air in the classrooms that urge you to go on an adventure, to explore a world outside of your own, or to do something greater than just sitting at a desk with an open book before you. Even if we're not completely sure of what our dream dictates, we're looking for that great story that someday we can tell our children and then their children. We will start the story with "When I was young..."

But even though we say we should or want to [insert dream here], it doesn't always happen. Although we dream about faraway places or people we haven't met, we stay put in the comfort and familiarity of our homes. Although we wish to add richness to our lives, we instead obsess and busy ourselves with materialistic things. Slowly we repress the thoughts and discussions about that "great thing" we could, would, or should do.

It's dangerous to ignore dreams. Dreams shouldn't be so easily dismissed because a dream is a hunger that the body needs as much as the spirit. The harder you ignore a dream the hungrier you become, and one day you'll wake up feeling an emptiness inside of you.

I'll write a post later on my take on how to make a dream come true (like actual logistics), but what I think is important right now is just to recall that dream of yours. You may have a childhood dream, something you talked about with your friends last weekend, or a new dream trip inspired by my travels! Whatever the case, resurface that hunger of yours, and pledge to yourself that you'll feed it. Allow yourself to dream because it's that kind of hunger that tells you you're really living.

Stay hungry, Louella

P. S. I wanted to give a special recognition to a fellow traveler living and blogging her dream. Jodi has some good inspiration and thoughts if you want to travel. Check her out at www.travelwithjodi.com .

Fish Amok in Cambodia

Today Mary and I took a Cambodian cooking class and learned how to make a delicious Khmer favorite: fish amok. Ever since we've arrived in Cambodia, I've been ordering fish amok everywhere, so I was happy to learn that I'd be learning how to cook this traditional meal myself. http://instagr.am/p/VORDuEFg5Y/ Fish amok by yours truly There are many different cooking classes offered throughout the city. I advise you research online or ask a local concierge to decide which cooking class would be best for you. Our cooking class was through the Frizz Restaurant (Frizz Cooking Class). It's $15 for a half day's lesson, and a full day is $23. Our cooking instructor was quite humorous and very knowledgeable - he used to cook for the Cambodian king! This was the perfect addition to our one and only day in Phnom Penh. We also made new American friends!

Coincidentally in ascending order: Mary, me, Madeline, and Rich

Below are some pictures of the different fish amoks I've tasted around Cambodia:

Place: Linda's Restaurant Location: Angkor Thom, Siem Reap Order: Fish Amok Price: 6 RM

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Place: Angkor Night Market Food Court (Food stall next to Island Bar) Location: Angkor Night Market, Siem Reap The night market is located just off Sivatha Blvd, around 10 minute walk from Old Market or Center Market. Order: Fish Amok Price: 3 RM

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Place: King Fy Restaurant Location: #306, St.155, Romchek4, Ratanak, Battambang, Cambodia Order: Fish Amok Price: 5.50 RM

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Place: Blue Lime Poolside Bar and Restaurant Location: 19Z, off of 19th Street, Phnom Penh, Cambodia Order: Fish Amok Price: 5.50 RM

Food notes: Fish amok is a very popular Khmer or Cambodian dish and can be found on almost any menu throughout the country. Although various cities or provinces may make amok slightly differently, my opinion is that the dish is simply delicious. It is a variation of the casual curry you may be accustomed to: the base of the amok sauce is a curry paste which usually includes turmeric, red chili, garlic, galangal, etc. However, the special notes in amok are the coconut milk, lemongrass, and palm sugar that harmonizes with the saltiness and heat. Amok is traditionally cooked with fish, but any other kind of meat can be easily substituted. I love fish amok because the fish is steamed in the sauce, and I think this cooks the fish to perfection! My favorite amok in Cambodia was at the Angkor Night Market food court. The sauce was the right consistency, the spices were well balanced, and the fish was well cooked and generous.

Our one and only day in Battambang

Today we embarked on a 9 hour boat ride from Siem Reap to Battambang, Cambodia. To clarify, when I say boat I don't mean this or this... I mean this. Although Mary and I were not prepared for this experience due to a shortage of food and Mary's small bladder, it was interesting to boat by the floating villages in Cambodia. http://instagr.am/p/VJoABblg2Q/

Once we arrived in Battambang, we quickly dropped off our things at the hotel and headed for the famous bamboo norry. The norry, or bamboo train, is a must do thing in Battambang, and we were really glad to be able to catch the last norry of the day even though we were not in the mood for anything after our primitive journey. To our luck, the sun was setting as we got on the bamboo trains so we weren't sitting in the Cambodian heat. Also, the sunset provided some awesome pictures (to be uploaded later).

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Because the boat and norry wasn't enough adventure for Mary and I, we searched for local Cambodian food for dinner. Nearby the hotel we found a little spot - half cafe, half hawker street food. There were many locals eating, so we decided to sit down. Little did we know, the whole menu was in Khmer! I used some of the Khmer I learned in Siem Reap to order, and then a local with a little English helped us. We don't know what we ordered and ate... Maybe you can tell us? The highlight of today was talking with some adorable Cambodian children at one of the bamboo norry stations.

To travel is more than loving a place... It's loving the food, the culture, and the people.

Stay hungry, Louella

Featured Image Photo Credit: Mary Liu

Fried Kway Teow in Singapore

originally written on January 20, 2013

After a taste of island life in Boracay, Mary and I said bye to the Philippines and hello to Singapore - the official start of Taking Asia 2013. Thanks to Mary's friend, Jin, we had a great tour guide who helped us maximize our 24 hours in Singapore (we got to SG around noon on Jan 19 and left for Melaka, Malaysia the next day after breakfast). Thanks to Jin we were really able to see all of Singapore. Although Jin took us around, brought us to the must-taste places, and ordered us local fare, I must say that the best thing I ate during my brief Singaporean visit came from a little hawker cart hidden in the food court across from the Golden Mile Tower Bus Terminal.

Because Mary and I had arrived at the bus terminal early, we decided to explore the area which led us to a pseudo food court of hawker stalls similar to the more infamous one on Maxwell street. Since we no longer had our friend to translate, explain, or order food for us, we did what any intelligent, hungry traveler would do: We found the hawker stall with the most people in line and ordered two plates of whatever the person in front of us ordered.

Mary and I have a theory that anything that has a long line for it must be worth waiting for. Also, this hawker stall had some posters above it which we believe indicated that the hawker stall was featured on some Singaporean television show, so naturally Mary and I trusted this hawker stall. To this day, we're not very sure what we ordered and ate, but it was our lucky day that we arrived at the bus terminal early and found this little gem.

Place: Hawker Cart #91 (unsure)

Location: Golden Mile Tower, 6001 Beach Road, Beach Road District, Singapore

Order: Fried Kway Teow Mee

Price: 3 Singapore dollars for small, 4 for large order

Food notes: Fried Kway Teow is a noodle dish stir fried in a dark soy sauce with spices, seafood, and vegetables. Traditionally, fried Kway Teow is stir fried in pork lard, however this particular hawker stall prepares a very tasty and healthy fried Kway Teow. No pork lard is used and minimal vegetable oil is used for cooking. The noodles used in this dish are very appropriate because the thick flat rice noodles soak up the richness and favors of the sauce. I really enjoyed the combination of cockles and silvery fish (dried anchovies?) and their contrast to the sweetness of the dark soy sauce. I don't think this is the best Fried Kway Teow in Singapore, but it's definitely a healthier and tasty version. A must try if you're in the area or early for your bus to Malaysia!

Stay hungry, Louella

Featured Image Photo Cred: Mandarin Oriental Hotel