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Career versus love

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I have received a job offer in New York City.

I have been Googling.

  • “Which is more important, career or love?”
  • “Job versus woman”
  • “Security or freedom?”
  • “New York versus Lisbon”

The job is in my field; a startup. A British company, opening a New York branch. I’d have the opportunity to shape the culture, manage the rest of the hires. I have always wanted to live in New York. I know I can do the job. There is lots of potential upside.

There’s just the one downside: if I take the job in New York, I can’t move to Europe, and I can’t continue my whirlwind Italian romance.

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Nepal 100: The Palace

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Trekking Annapurna Base Camp Valley

After our race, Young Ankit and I struck up some conversation as we sat waiting for the rest of our group to catch up with us. Ankit was working as a porter, carrying the diplomat’s pack, but I had noticed that he seemed a little different from the rest of the porters. Younger, less beat-down. He was more wide-eyed, and certainly more social. Many of the other porters didn’t even speak English. Ankit was animated, articulate, and curious about life in countries other than his own.

It turned out, this was his first-ever trek. He was 15.

It was all still an adventure to him.

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Guest Post: Falling in Love on the Road

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Travel touches our most intimate emotions: wonder, heartbreak, fear, bewilderment… even love. While I’ve been unspooling a long story of heartbreak on the road, that’s not the only way things can go. We’ve already heard from Shawn, my good friend and climbing partner who fell in love with a stranger while traveling and never came home. Today we’ll hear from Stephanie, the blogger behind Emirore, who fell in love with her traveling companion — who just happened to already be a good friend.

Enjoy the cheery change of pace! 

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Nepal 73: My Travel Crush

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I awoke around 4:30 a.m., shivering in my sleeping bag.

The cheap thing I had rented in Pokhara was performing about as well as I’d feared it would.

Anker had threatened us with a 4:45 a.m. start to catch the sunrise from Poon Hill, so I didn’t bother going back to sleep.

I stumbled to the bathroom. The dormitory was rising, loudly, but that wasn’t really an issue, since everyone in the lodge was going to do the sunrise hike to the nearby hilltop. Everyone had trekked here specifically to see the sun rise over the Annapurna and Dhalaguiri ranges— home to the eighth and tenth tallest mountains in the world. If anything’s worth getting up at 4:45 a.m. for, surely that sight must be near the top of the list.

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