Author: Sofia Piel
I'm a writer, photographer, teacher and traveler from the mountains and coast of New England, currently living in Seattle. I am passionate about color, the power and silence of nature, connecting with people from all over the planet, languages and accents, moving my body, putting words together, seeing the world...
Only 2.5 hours to reach my destiny
So this is the collectivo. Super cheap. Super nuts! We traveled 20 miles in 2 and a half hours. I somehow did not know that Costa Rica lacks actual roads. We got stuck in one ditch and one ditch only. And I’m now safe here at my Destiny, tue tortuga conservancy Corcovado Foundation. First night … Continue reading Only 2.5 hours to reach my destiny
Liberate the hatchlings
I’m heading off to my next adventure tomorrow and don’t know what happened to my last post but I’ll look around, maybe it’s at the bottom of my backpack?? I was stressing yesterday about my lack of planning for this trip, having spent the three weeks before I left with a delightful new person in … Continue reading Liberate the hatchlings
Pura vida here we come
I have 3.5 hours to sleep and miles to go before I sleep again! Welcome to my Central and South American aventura! No monkey butt for this kid. Continue reading Pura vida here we come
portsmouth to seattle in a loaded subaru
In August of 2011, I moved from Portsmouth, New Hampshire, to Seattle, Washington. My friend Anna came with me on a road trip from one coast to the other. We saw 3 national parks, 1 prairie fire, billions of corn stalks, a grizzly eating an elk, and some mean lightning. We had 16 coffees, lots … Continue reading portsmouth to seattle in a loaded subaru
hope restored
Tattoos are a constant source of fascination, controversy, disapproval and admiration. They’ve gone from being a stamp of military courage and blue-collar indignation, to the number one identifying symbol for a hipster. I’ve never known quite how I felt about them; at first, full of scorn inherited by my mother, later, pleased at my own … Continue reading hope restored
without a map
playing with the clouds
there’s a bird outside my window
It’s raining here in Seattle. I’m making my own little caffeinated cup of sunshine, and as I write this, a little bird keeps popping its head up and peeking inside my house. It’s waiting for me to refill the bird feeder. It reminds me of the thoughts, images, questions and feelings that pop up inside … Continue reading there’s a bird outside my window
