Tokyo – Kyoto

I know it’s a little early to say this, but Kyoto is my favorite city in Japan. 

We woke up early and took the Shinkansen, a super fast, super organized rail system that can take you all over the country. 

In my two days in Japan I have developed a new mantra: if it has a long line it’s gotta be good. We used this formula to grab a bento box before we boarded the train. 

After we arrived at Kyoto station, we wandered the streets in search of our hostel and I became enamoured with the little bakeries and boutiques that lined the streets and alleyways. 

Kyoto has a beautiful balance of old and new. You’ll see businessmen and geisha, skyscrapers and temples. It’s easy to picture myself starting a new life here.

2016 Documentary Reel

I finally made a reel!

It’s hard to try and exhibit my skill in different areas of documentary production in under two minutes, but I just tried to sample a few projects that I was passionate about and wore many hats on.

I hope you like it, and please comment with any tips!  Also, stay tuned for a Motion Graphics reel!



The Van Slyke Castle


I promised myself that I would go hiking at least twice a month, thinking it would be a quick fix while I awaited the sweet release of another trip abroad. I had only been on a few trails, so I was still very new to the hiking world.


So this was very reassuring.

The first twenty minutes of my hike were spent making as much noise as possible, kicking rocks, jangling my keys in my pocket, and whistling. I searched the patterns of the forest for any variations that might kill me.

Not a Bear

Not a bear

I thought about turning back, but I was on a mission. After twenty minutes I was used to being in a place where no one can hear me scream, and I started to appreciate my surroundings.





I eventually arrived at my destination – The Van Slyke Castle.

Beam and Chimney

Built in 1909, the Van Slyke Castle, also known as the Oakland Castle or Foxcroft, was the vacation home of Wall Street man William Porter.

One night in 1911, Porter and a bunch of friends decided to throw a party before his wife, Ruth Halliwell Porter, came back from a trip on the Lusitania. On the way back to NYC, they got into a car accident that led to Porter’s death.

Ruth ended up staying in the house the longest. She died in the home in 1940, after which the home went to a couple going through a divorce. It was later abandoned until it was destroyed in a fire in 1959. In 1976, the state bought the surrounding property to make Ramapo Mountain State Forest, making it accessible to the public.


Burnt wooden beams 


Inside the property

They even had a pool!



A pipe leads further up the mountain to a cistern, still in good condition.


I was glad I overcame my fears because it was the best trail I have been on so far. Despite some graffiti, it looked as if people hadn’t been there in a long time. It felt like I had stepped into another world.


Quito – Bogota

It was my last day in Quito, my last night in Bogota, and tomorrow I was going home. 

We started the day by going to Old Town Quito. This beautiful part of the city is full of plazas, churches, and history. 


We then went to an artisanal crafts store by our hostel for some souvenirs and drinks before our trip to Bogota. I got my hands on a Canelazo, a hot beverage of aguardiente, sugar, and cinnamon water. 

We then made our way back to Colombia on the infamous Viva Colombia. The take off was terrifying as we tried to clear the mountains. I never used to be afraid of flying until I had to take budget airlines.

We arrived at our home base, then headed out for some dancing at a place called Andres Carne de Res.

The whole experience was overwhelming. Loud music made it impossible to hear someone at your ear, the decor looked like the attic of an 80s post apocalyptic science fiction film, and the menu was an actual magazine with an index which was greatly needed. 

It was actually the perfect end to my journey. I was 10% scared, 30% confused, but 60% enjoying myself.

In the end everything went a lot more smoothly than I had anticipated. I did far more than I thought I would and had so much fun. I can’t wait to come back to South America. 

Mitad del Mundo

We decided to sleep in and take it easy for the day. We went to a wonderful place named the Kallari Cafe. It was a cafe and chocolate shop that benefited Kichwa women who harvested the beans. 

After that we made our way to the center of the world. We took three different public buses to get there, and at times we thought we were lost, but we made it. 

It’s a geeky tourist trap, and it’s not even the accurate center I know, but it was kinda fun. 

Although the line wasn’t dotted like I thought…


A bad thing to happen abroad is to get sick. Unfortunately for me I had the whole shebang, stuffy nose, sore throat and all I wanted to do was sleep. Of course this was the same day I needed to climb an active volcano.

We stayed the night in a town called Latacunga, full of historic buildings and planes landing on top of your head thanks to the international airport nearby. 

We organized a trip to Cotopaxi through our hotel with a guy named Vini. He told us first we would drive in his pick up truck to his mother’s house to drop off our luggage, then we will go to Cotopaxi. 

Sketchy I know, but at this point the only thing valuable I had in my pack was an Ecuadorian poncho for my mother. 

We dropped off our bags at Vini’s childhood home, waved to his mom, then headed up Cotopaxi. 

The drive up is difficult for a new car, and sure enough, Vini’s old pick up truck broke down before we got to the trailhead. We waited at the museum at the base of the volcano, and drank coffee and tea while he called up his friend with a new truck. 

That’s when we met our new guide, Tomas. He was a sweet older man who didn’t speak a lick of English but was the best tour guide I could ask for.

He went slow with us as we ascended the steepest trail I have ever been on. There would be heavy wind one second, threatening to blow you into a canyon, and the next second it was still. It was probably the most difficult trail I’ve done, especially since I couldn’t breathe, but we made it. 

After that we headed back down and rode mountain bikes back to the base. By the end of the day I couldn’t keep my eyes open. We went back to Quito, ate dinner, then had the best sleep I’ve ever had.