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that time: au revoir, hasta luego

The time has come for me to embark on my latest adventure. Over the next four months I’m heading to France, Croatia, Montenegro and Bolivia with a 4 day stint in the good ole’ U.S.A in between.

While I’m gone I will try to post periodically, but you can follow my journey on Instagram (@saritadan), Twitter (@thatgr8little) or on my official Facebook page.

If you’re looking for something a little more New York based, I’ll still be writing my weekly column, Around the World in 5 Boroughs for NewYorkNatives.com.

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Enjoy your summer and see you in September!

Au revoir, hasta luego!

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that time: seoulful nights

On Saturday nights in New York City, the streets buzz as people file into the hottest clubs and newest restaurants. The streets of Seoul, Korea are alive on weekend nights too, as young folks head down the city’s main thoroughfares, filling numerous narrow alleys. But unlike in New York City, Seoul’s lively hordes aren’t looking for what we New Yorkers regard as typical nightlife establishments. Much more likely, Seoulites are seeking a noraebang.

A noraebang is a Korean bar focused on one of the more popular forms of entertainment in the country: Karaoke. Many a noraebang is open 24 hours. Much like New York City hotspots, noraebangs are decorated luxuriously and offer enticing amenities: Oversized leather couches fill marble clad rooms lit by the bright yet subtle glow of crystal chandeliers. Brand new big screen televisions are a must. But unlike the New Yorker club-goer who orders bottle service to get drunk and muster up the courage to hit the dance floor, patrons of noraebangs drink to get the tunes flowing.

While living in Seoul, I became quite fond of these palaces of musical ineptitude. There’s something about belting one’s heart out to 80’s rock with friends and some soju at one’s side that makes for an incredibly satisfying evening out. Luckily for me, living in Manhattan means that I can revisit this experience because one can literally find anything and everything within this city, no matter where on earth it originated.

Around 32nd Street between the 5th and 6th Avenue corridors, Koreatown takes me right back to the streets of Seoul. As in the Asian capital, the neighborhood is defined by buildings stacked high with Korean establishments, from smoky barbecue spots to lively beer hofs. Koreans tend to build up, and so do those who have settled in Koreatown, New York. Hidden on the upper floors of these midtown buildings are my beloved noraebangs. And as in my one-time home of Seoul, they are are jam-packed with revelers belting out tunes until the wee hours.

The spirit of a noraebang is unlike any typical New York club. Rather than who you know, it’s who you’re with that matters; egos are checked at the door. Whether you chose to sing your heart out in the community space or to rent a private room, noraebangs are about letting lose, having fun and embracing the scene. They’re not about impressing anyone—a good thing, since we all know how well the average person can sing.

celebrating the end of grad school with friends this weekend

celebrating the end of grad school with friends this weekend

It’s easy to get caught up in the glitz and glamour of New York City, and to fixate on chasing whatever’s ”new” in nightlife. Daily newspapers and magazines feed the beast with constant gossip, decreeing who and what is fashionable. In the midtown microcosm that is Koreatown, it’s possible to leave that superficial world behind and to focus on having a good time. Koreans and Korean-Americans have transformed a few New York City blocks into an escape route to Seoul.

Two of my favorite K-town noreabangs:

Radio Star Karaoke: 3 West 35th Street, 212 564 2520, Mon-Wed 3pm-2am, Thurs-Sat 3pm-4am, Sun 4PM-12AM

Grand Karaoke: 23 West 32nd Street, 212 629 7171, Mon-Sun 2PM-6AM

*Originally published on NewYorkNatives.com on May 13, 2013. To read this and other stories from my Around the World in 5 Boroughs column, click here

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that time: i miss my friends

As  I’m sure you’ve realized it by now I travel quite often, rarely refusing the opportunity for a new adventure. Sometimes, as was the case last summer, my journey’s take me away for months at a time. People often ask, how I do it- how I can move so often and constantly from one destination to the next with nothing my my suitcase, kindle and camera in tow.

The truth is, it’s not easy. But the difficulties for me are not what you may expect. I can do without the comfort of my apartment, first world stores and other material goods. I actually revel in exploring multiple new locations as much as I enjoy spending periods of time in one. To me, travel is an endorphine rush I can’t quite get through any other medium and one I have come to ache for.

I live to travel, one can probably even go as far as to say I’m addicted. And like all addictions, travel too has serious side effects. For me, the most daunting is actually pretty simple, I miss my friends.

My experiences have taken me to far-flung places, have allowed me to experience the wildest adventures and have given me an education one could never formally receive in school. However, my traveling has also caused me to miss multiple birthdays, dinners and moments of bonding with my friends I will never be able to recreate. Last summer I may have been traipsing through Europe or lounging on Tel Aviv’s pristine beaches, but I was not at the rooftop barbecues and did not experience the weekly 1PM summer friday exodus East that define New York City summers and are the shared practicalities my friends and I have grown closer through.

A pseudo only child (I have two much older siblings I have never actually lived with), my friends are my family. They are who I turn to when I am in pain, in need or just want to have fun. Though I don’t regret my travels, the times I have missed with my friends and know I will miss in the future, haunt me.

After my European excursion this summer it looks like life will take me on another extended trip (I’ll post more specific details soon). I’m excited for the opportunity  and for the guaranteed adventure that is sure to come with my three month abroad stint. While I really have no reason not to leave, my friends are every reason why I would stay.

I guess the point of this post is to say “thank you” to those friends. Thank you for being there while I’m gone and always when I return. For making sure things never change and that no matter where in the world I am, we always keep in touch. I’m excited about the opportunity I will soon embark on, but know the whole time I’ll be thinking of you.

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that time: i (sorta of) got yellow fever

Nine years ago when I got my first Yellow Fever shot, I was bedridden for three days with a 103 degree fever. Here’s to hoping that won’t happen again….

T- one month til the next adventure begins!

*** cross your fingers ***

*** cross your fingers ***

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that time: let the trip planning begin

So it’s that time again, when I start planning and plotting my next vacay!

This year’s summer extravaganza will take me first to France and then to the Dalmatian Coast along Croatia and Montenegro. By now, you know the drill. Help me plan the details of my trip by filling out the below with your best recommendations and tips!

photo from www.1lifetravels.com

See you there! photo from http://www.1lifetravels.com

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that time: i volunteered

Voluntourism is one of the controversial new tourism niches emerging today. On the outside, the premise sounds great- people from (generally) the first world spend their vacations in the third helping on projects and with those in need. However, as with many things, voluntourism is not always what it seems.

This month, I traveled to Ecuador to do the same through the program International Volunteers HQ (IVHQ). For my week spent on the program I worked with local organization UBECI, helping street children whose early years and spent working in markets with their families, have a bit of a childhood.

UBECI at work

UBECI at work

Through the program, the market children work on building fine motor skills, communication abilities, team work, leadership and as they get older, formal education. What UBECI does for these kids is amazing. The dedication of the UBECI team towards improving the lives of Quito’s children is infectious. IVHQ, in turn, plays the critical role of supplying the local team with volunteers to help strengthen the program and ultimately, allow the kids to come alive.

UBECI activities

market program activities

The following is not about UBECI or IVHQ, but rather about my experience volunteering in Ecuador. I went to understand the controversy surrounding voluntourism myself- to see if it was indeed as negative as some in the industry claim the practice to be. I went thinking I’d come out with a view on the other side. After all, how could any sort of volunteering be bad?

I was wrong. Volunteering, in general, yes is a great practice that can really help change the lives of others. They way I did it, however, I feel did not.

Arriving in Quito late Thursday night, I spent a few hours with my host family before falling soundly asleep. Friday morning I woke up and went into the office to begin volunteering- after which I found out I’d only be doing for a few hours before having to come back from my program orientation. Weekends at UBECI are free for volunteers and so are Mondays so I had the next three days off from the program and used them to explore nearby Otavalo and Quito. On Tuesday I went with the group to the market for the day. Chillogallo is crazy lively. The kind of place tourists don’t go but should if they really want to experience a glimpse of true Ecuador daily life. The day was spent playing, reading and doing activities with about 30-40 kids- exactly what I had come to Ecuador to do. However, the day was marred- I knew on Wednesday I’d only be working a half day again. Though I went to Ecuador to volunteer, I was still on vacation and wanted to see all Quito had to offer. That Thursday, I had a flight booked to the coast for 5 pm, what I had thought when I had booked it would be plenty of time to volunteer for the day before heading to the airport.

Two weeks before I arrived the Quito airport was moved further outside the city, a drive to in traffic (and in Quito there is always traffic) taking two hours. To make my flight I’d have to leave at 1pm. On Thursday, UBECI volunteers at a market an hour outside of Quito in the opposite direction, so again, I would not be able to volunteer.

All in all, my intended weeks worth of volunteering turned into two days, the first of which I spent just figuring out what to do. Instead of feeling like I had actually given back or made a difference, I left the program feeling useless and frustrated. This was not the experience I had flown to Ecuador to do.

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Part of it is my fault- I think volunteering is not for everyone and I’m not sure it is for me. When I am somewhere new I want to experience it and venture out on my own. While volunteering, participants usually are not allowed to explore the areas they are working in for safety or other concerns. That makes sense when most volunteers, as they had been at UBECI, were new travelers on their gap year before university. I on the other hand, obviously travel quite a bit and don’t particularly like feeling tethered down. At Chillogallo I desperately wanted to eat my way through the market and venture into it’s nooks and crannies, all of which I was not allowed to do. When participating in a group experience like voluntourism you have to stay with the group and follow the rules. Unfortunately, for me, that’s not the way I like to roll.

the market at Chillogallo

the market at Chillogallo

Volunteering for a short time is also rough. In only a week one wants to see the destination they are in and also help the cause they came to aid. It is, however, nearly impossible to do both sufficiently. After spending a week in Quito, I feel  as if there is so much more of the city I want to explore and so much more I could have done with UBECI.

Short-term voluntourism stints inherently raise social responsibility questions as well, especially when working with children. Kids get attached to volunteers easily and having a rotating group of which every couple weeks or so does not really send the right message to children, whom many of which, already come from broken homes.

I think voluntourism can be good. If one can go for a substantial period of time, or work on a specific project such as building a home through Habitat for Humanity, volunteers can really make a difference. Going for a week and working with children, however, I would not promote or recommend.

Ultimately, I left Quito conflicted. I’m glad I got to experience voluntourism first hand and I know the money given to my host family directly helped them get through the month. At the same time, I would have spent more money traveling around Quito for the week, the benefits of which would have been felt by possibly many more.

my home for the week

my home for the week

me and my host sister hermana, Clara

me and my host hermana, Clara

Knowing I made life a little easier this month for Marianna, Freddy, Gina and Clara was ultimately worth it. While I’m not sure I will volunteer again, doing a home stay was an experience I will cherish and hopefully get the chance to do again. The friendliness and warmth of the family as they welcomed me into their home (even while their daughter was in the hospital) is something I will not soon forget.

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that time: ¡me voy!

¡Por fin llegó el dia de mi viaje a Ecuador!

I’ll be off exploring the country for the next ten days! Stay tuned for posts on my Ecuadorian adventure when I return.

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¡Hasta Luego!

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that time: on the road

In our increasingly fast moving world, the emphasis is placed on getting places the quickest way. Many times when we travel, airplanes seem like the fastest and most convenient way to get from a to b. When crafting itineraries, Kayak is constantly up on my screen as I search for flights between one small airport to the next. Oftentimes, especially when travelling outside of the first world, the airlines I end up booking don’t even show up on conglomerate searches, leaving me to do some deep poking around to even find out about their existence.

Inevitably, there are the times when flights from one destination to the next just don’t seem to work out; either they don’t exist, are too expensive to justify, the timing is off or frankly, I’m concerned over air safety records. At this point, my first feeling is often frustration. Why can’t I just book a flight? The answer should be simple, and in reality it is: there is a simpler way to get there.

I’ve taken ferries and trains, slept on busses and hired private cars. From two hour cab rides across Peru to a few hours charting the Mediterranean to get from Santorini to Mykonos, the one thing I always find is the surprisingly pleasant feeling of my alternate mode of transport.

Flying is great when you need to travel long haul in a short period of time. However, when in flight you ultimately lose precious time on the ground. The sights one sees when traveling by water, road or rail are often some of the best views a destination has to offer. Travelers can actually explore as they travel when they are not confined to a flying box in the sky. Whether stopping at a rest stop or a market for a bite, not flying forces a visitor to engage.

Often these days spent on the road are some of my favorites. In Laos, the scenery we passed is already enough of a reason for me to want to return. The formidable mountains, bright blue skies, friendly locals and fascinating drivers we encountered along the way made all the difference in our Laotian experience; ie: we actually experienced it.

Below, some of my pictures from the Lao road…

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Sometimes, I think, it’s better to take the slow road. To relax a little and take in the surroundings you’ve often already flown so far to encounter.

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that time: a golden party

I’ve gone on and on, on how a culture’s cuisine reveals that people’s history and ethos. Israel, in particular, has been a major focus on my study- the foods which are found throughout the land represent the Jewish diaspora that has come home, religion, innovation and the land.

Traveling to eat is nothing new to my adventure agenda. The culinary aspects of travel are often, for me, some of the most enjoyable and those experiences, the times I get to really understand a society literally, from the belly up. This time, my search for a bite of culture kept me close to home, just two hours away in founding city Philadelphia.

Nestled inside history Society Hill, chef Michael Solomonov brings the flavors of his birthplace, Israel, to his adopted home. Solomonov’s restaurant Zahav is a bona fide trip to the Middle East. Zahav means gold and the name of the restaurant is in reference to Jerusalem and the city’s golden hills.  The flavors that dance their way across the various plates allow guests to sample the flavors of Eastern Europe, North Africa to Persia, the Middle East and the Eastern Mediterranean, exemplifying the cultural crossroads that Israel is today.

It seemed fitting that on President’s Day weekend, I would drag my friends to our nations founding city to enjoy the various flavors of my heritage. The menu at Zahav is designed for people to sample; to share a number of plates and taste the whole of new Israeli cuisine. Two tasting menus take the journey to another level. Clearly, we’d go the tasting menu route and choose the largest one on hand to boot.

Dubbed mesibah, which translated literally into “party”, we new from the start we were in for a gastronomic treat. And treated we were to a meal of a lifetime: a trip across the world in two hours and through multiple plates.

Zahav is a lively space and rightfully one of the more popular restaurants in Philly. Book reservations ahead of time to guarantee a seat.

Zahav is a lively space and rightfully one of the more popular restaurants in Philly; book reservations ahead of time to guarantee a seat.

salatim (salads) and hummus with laffa bread to start

salatim (salads) and hummus with house baked laffa bread to start

mezze: clockwise from top left: crispy haloumi with dates, mustard greens and almonds; branzino crudo with kumquat; brussel sprouts al ha'esh (on the fire) with whipped feta and ramadan bread; fried carrots with dressed greens; fried cauliflower with chive oil mint and garlic; braised lamb neck bastilla with pistachio and apricot

mezze: clockwise from top left: crispy haloumi with dates, mustard greens and almonds; branzino crudo with kumquat; brussel sprouts al ha’esh (on the fire) with whipped feta and ramadan bread; fried carrots with dressed greens; fried cauliflower with chive oil mint and garlic; braised lamb neck bastilla with pistachio and apricot

the main attraction: coal grilled, whole roasted lamb shoulder braised in pomegranate juice and chickpea served with Persian rice

the main attraction: coal grilled, whole roasted lamb shoulder braised in pomegranate juice and chickpea served with Persian rice

something sweet: peanut baklava, konafi and halva semifreddo cream

something sweet: peanut baklava, konafi and halva semifreddo cream

botz, needed to wake up from the lamb induced food coma (the word botz means mud and refers to the coffe grounds that sink to the bottom of this bold traditional coffee- fortune tellers often read the grounds similar to tea leafs)

Cafe Botz needed to wake up from the lamb induced food coma (the word botz means mud and refers to the coffe grounds that sink to the bottom of this bold traditional coffee- fortune tellers often read the grounds similar to tea leafs)

Randy and Nicole, my partners in culinary crime

Randy and Nicole, my partners in culinary crime

Zahav, 237 St. James Place, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 215 625 8800, Sun-Thurs 5-10PM, Fri & Sat 5-11 PM

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