My entire life, people have been trying to guess what race I am. It’s usually one of the first questions anyone asks me, from doctors to new coworkers to random people at the bar. This racial ambiguity can be both a blessing and a curse when I’m traveling by myself. In this post, I explore how the color of my skin influences the way I see (and travel) the world.
Can’t seem to find the balance between exploring your new country and getting your work done on time? It’s the constant struggle of digital nomads. Here’s how I stay productive while also making time to see the beautiful place I’m traveling in!