Over spring break, I took a road trip with my friends across Arizona. I touched down Phoenix just a few hours before sunset. After grabbing a burger and fries from Wendy’s, I of course ran across walkalator after walkalator to catch an unobscured view of the tinted sky.
A guy saw me snapping with my DSLR and whipped out his camera phone. “I should take some photos too,” he said. Within 30 minutes, the sky had changed hues from a baby blue to a bright orange to soft pink. Just before it dipped into the horizon, the sun set the clouds ablaze in a fiery red.
The day before my last in Dubai, I knew I wanted to go on top of the world’s tallest building. I was buying tickets to Burj Khalifa’s 124th floor when I stumbled upon the option to see Dubai’s skyline at sunrise. Now, I have a thing for elevated city views. Throw in the golden hour, and you can find me running with my Nikon DSLR in hand—but I hesitated to buy these tickets.
Greek marble, gold accents, delicate floral designs—this is the Grand Mosque.
I skipped class to go to Dubai.
If you had asked me to do something like this last year, I would’ve looked at you like you were batsh*t insane and said “no.” School and work are important to me. I don’t usually skip lectures. I submit all my assignments on time. I don’t know if it’s a need to do well or the lack of closure I’d feel if I missed anything, but the habitual nature is there.
Scotland swept me off my feet like a prince does a princess. The medieval castles, deep lochs, mystical highlands—it’s everything a road trip should be. My family and I took a tour around Loch Lomond, to the Trossachs, and it was the beginning of a weeklong Scottish love affair.