Travel
Places that kept changing me
Italy, France, and the strangers met along the way. Travel writing about what happens between the landmarks.
Travel has a way of humbling you. In your own city, you know how things work. In a foreign country, the person with the answers is not you — it’s the stranger standing beside you.
Travel Writing
Stories from the road
One Day Someone Will Do This for Me
An invisible network of women who notice — carried from a station in Pavia all the way home, one small kindness at a time.
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One Electrolyte Away From Seeing the Light
Ninety-degree heat, a dream years in the making, and the questionable decision to let nothing stand between me and Roland Garros.
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The Man on the Train to Milan
A stranger, a heavy suitcase, and an unexpected act of attentiveness somewhere between Milan and Rome — a reminder that tenderness still exists.
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It Was Nice to Meet the Tennis Player.But Even Nicer to Meet the Person.
An unexpected conversation in Paris that began with tennis and became a reminder that underneath titles, accomplishments, and public identities, people are still just people.
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More travel writing to come. In the meantime, Chilen is always glad to hear from readers.