Shifting Lenses

My favorite NBA team had a great year. I am a lifelong Spurs fan. My family is from the area, and I was frequently dressed in a Spurs gear even as a baby. The energy in San Antonio around the Spurs is intense, and I feel incredibly lucky to have been able to attend a Finals game this year. The outcome was not what I had hoped for, but I know we have a bright future ahead of us.

The interesting thing on display at the game was the contrast between New York fans and San Antonio fans. I lived in New Jersey for a while and attended many NYC sporting events. I have also been lucky enough to attend various sporting events around the world. Fan behavior is fascinating. For example, New York fans REALLY enjoy talking trash to everyone around them when there are opposing fans. Knicks fans had come in for the game and were turning around to loudly talk trash to the home team fans surrounding them. The Spurs fans in my section just laughed it off or started good-heartedly joking with them. It did not escalate at all or ruin the family-friendly experience. In my experience, certain fan groups are just known for more aggressive behavior and for taking the trash talk to a higher level.

In some ways, it is a compliment to San Antonio that Knicks fans felt safe and welcomed enough to try this. Especially considering a Spurs fan had just been infamously assaulted in NYC. Trash talking is something that happens. Every fan group has its own culture and behavioral norms. However, at no point should fans fear for their safety. When things like this happen, it does feel like the team should strongly discourage that behavior.

It is scientifically proven that Barbados has some of the purest fresh water in the world. The citizens take great pride in this, and it is even mentioned at hotel check-in. You probably assume I am talking about the beaches, but I am NOT. The ocean is nice, too. However, I am referring to their drinking water.

The tap water in Barbados has been filtered naturally by the island’s coral limestone bedrock, and it is monitored by the Barbados Water Authority to meet World Health Organization (WHO) standards. During my time in Barbados, I learned that there are other countries in the region that also have safe tap water. Though my biased Bajan sources insinuated it isn’t as good.

One of the best things about travel is the random facts you learn along the way. This little fact allowed me to learn about the geology of Barbados. It also led to interesting chats with my family about the different things people take pride in around the world.

The Singapore Botanic Gardens are a national treasure. Founded in 1859, it is a tropical paradise located at the edge of Singapore’s Orchard Road shopping district and is the country’s first UNESCO World Heritage Site.

We live pretty close to the gardens and my parents go walking or running there frequently. It is also one of my favorite places to go for a run. We are not alone. Recently, the PM made a social media post in the evening by the gates about his night run there. It is interesting to observe how the politicians in Singapore are perceived. You truly feel like they are “one of us”. One day, just before an election, my mom saw PM Wong walking on the street and shaking hands with people in their cars at a stoplight. He was happy. Everyone was happy, but not in a fake politician way. My mom said it all felt genuine and natural.

This is something I think we struggle with in the US. I know many politicians genuinely want what is best for the people. There is a distinct lack of trust and an us vs them mentality that is unfortunate though.

Southeast Asia is a massive and diverse place. I have been very lucky to travel to many different places in the region. My family loves the ocean, so many of these destinations have been on the beach. On these holidays, I rarely see local people enjoying the ocean. Even at public beaches, the sand is filled with foreign tourists. It is so noticeable, that we have asked about it in the past.

Bali is particularly interesting. Locals don’t swim for pleasure in the ocean because it is traditionally viewed as dangerous and chaotic. In Thailand, they prefer rivers and fresh water. Additionally, many cultures in Southeast Asia value pale skin and avoid the intense sun.

Cultural differences are on full display on the beaches of Southeast Asia. Swimwear choices, chair location choices (shade or sun), and whether they enter the water show distinct cultural differences. In places like a beach in Florida, it is far less pronounced and more homogenous. For me, the cultural diversity and opportunities for these observations make Southeast Asia beaches some of the best in the world.

When I look back on my time in Beijing, some of my strongest memories are of the parks. If we were waiting for a table at a restaurant, my sister and I would often walk to a nearby park and play on the equipment. Interestingly, the equipment was not always slides or climbing structures. Much of it was exercise equipment. There were metal machines designed to work your arms, legs, or provide cardio on gliding machines similar to ellipticals.

Parks in Beijing are heavily used, especially by the elderly. Since multigenerational housing is common and apartments are often small, I think people really value the opportunity to get outside. On any given day, older adults can be found ballroom dancing to a Bluetooth speaker or practicing tai chi in the park. It could be hot or cold—they will still be there. Staying active is clearly part of the culture, and the health benefits are significant.

Back in the United States, I rarely saw elderly people at parks unless they were accompanying children. In a way, that feels a little sad to me. I remember how happy everyone seemed in the parks in China, and I have to admit that I wish this kind of park culture were more common in the US as well.

One of my favorite things to do while traveling is to take in a sporting event. My parents also enjoy this, so we have been lucky enough to see a variety of sports in many different locations over the years.

Even though we have been to Thailand, my parents have never wanted to see Thai boxing. Muay Thai is sometimes called the “Art of Eight Limbs” because it utilizes eight points of contact: 2 fists, 2 elbows, 2 knees, and 2 shins. Many hotels provide Muay Thai lessons and workouts. One hotel we stayed at had a whole Muay Thai pavilion.

It is the national sport of Thailand. You see advertisements all over Thailand, but on Koh Samui, the posters and billboards are particularly prevalent.

My parents decided long ago that we would not be attending a fight. If you look online, you will see that the sport is a bit controversial, with groups bringing up concerns about exploitation and child labor. The sport is said to heavily recruit from Thailand’s most impoverished regions, and fighters often live in “camps” from a young age. In fact, thousands of children, some as young as 6 or 8 years old, compete professionally. This brings up a huge number of concerns over brain health and development.

The potential income from fighting can lead impoverished people to take huge risks in the ring because a single win can earn more than a monthly salary in rural provinces.

So, I don’t see us at a Muay Thai match in person anytime soon. That said, stadiums are professionalizing and clearly seem to be applying more Western boxing standards to the sport (like the one in this advertisement in Koh Samui). Child safety is also a topic of active debate in the Thai Parliament. While changes and legislation have been made in recent years, it is not easy to modernize the sport for the 21st century without losing the gritty, traditional essence that makes it “Muay Thai.”

Over the past few months, we’ve taken a break from the blog. My sister and co-founder has been busy with college prep and senior year activities, while I have started several new volunteer roles that have been time-consuming during the training phase.

Now that my training is over, I have time to reflect on the culture of volunteerism I observe in Singapore versus the United States. Throughout the years, I have volunteered with many different organizations, including many in the States. My mother is an avid volunteer, both through schools and charity organizations, so I can honestly say that giving back was a core part of my upbringing.

When I volunteered in the US, I often felt like most people were there for what the experience could do for them. Resume building, required hours for school, etc. Even my mother casually mentioned that many people volunteered at least in part for networking. Regardless of the motivation, volunteering helps the community, so it ultimately benefits everyone.

Singapore, however, feels different. Yes, there are still plenty of high school and college students logging hours to gain experience, but adult volunteerism seems particularly strong here. It is promoted by the government, well-organized, and feels very easy to do through platforms like Giving.sg.

If you look strictly at the numbers, the percentage of people who volunteer in the US is higher than in Singapore. However, much of that is driven by church-based service. It feels like the statistics don’t tell the whole story. My impression of volunteerism in Singapore is that it’s more about the “greater good” and a nation-building mindset. It is seen as the appropriate collective behavior if you have the time. In contrast, a large portion of American volunteerism feels more faith-based or a school requirement. 

Ultimately, no matter the motivation, volunteering should be a part of everyone’s life, and I am grateful that I grew up experiencing it.

Fiji is universally recognized as one of the world’s most iconic island destinations, where five-star resorts beautifully dot the pristine coastlines. It’s unfortunate that travelers often don’t take more time to learn about the history and culture that make a place like this truly unique.

I’m thankful that my parents always prioritized learning a bit of history and culture wherever we traveled. It made our trips so much richer.

While in Fiji, we learned a bit of the island’s history. One of the most fascinating parts of our cultural discovery was learning about the Indo-Fijian population. While Fiji was part of the British Empire, over 60,000 Indians, primarily from North India, were brought to the islands to work on the sugar plantations. This labor influx was a direct response to labor shortages following the abolition of slavery. This mass migration dramatically shaped Fiji’s identity, resulting in a unique Indo-Fijian culture and even a Fiji Hindi language. 

Learning about the local culture in Fiji felt particularly easy because the people we met, especially those working at our hotel, were so incredibly friendly and open. Instead of hurried, casual hellos, we enjoyed real conversations and learned interesting cultural facts, such as, the head is considered sacred. It’s important to avoid touching people’s heads, even children’s, as it is seen as highly disrespectful.

We also learned a lot about Rugby, which is the national passion. Fiji produces an astonishing number of professional rugby players per capita, and the sport is deeply ingrained in the fabric of their society.

From the education system to their work-life balance (such as only being able to travel to their home island every two months), the insights we gained were humbling and enlightening.

What I enjoyed most about Fiji was not just the physical beauty, but that the people were not only warm and friendly, but genuinely happy to educate visitors on their heritage. My hope is that more travelers will actually take the time out of their luxurious stay to properly listen. 

Looking back, our trip to the Philippines was easily one of the most memorable vacations of my younger years. It was all about sharp contrasts. We kicked things off in the crazy urban sprawl of Manila and wrapped up our stay on the island paradise of Palawan.

The Manila Metro area is gigantic, 14 million people. It was unbelievably crowded and it’s the only place I’ve ever been that had armed police officers working the toll booths. Even the mall security guards were carrying serious military-grade weapons, making American mall cops look like they’re just playing pretend. Once I got over that initial shock, we were genuinely surprised at how similar the mall was to one back home. Texas Roadhouse, Stride Rite shoes, and countless other American brands were everywhere. American mall culture, and not just the super high-end luxury store, had made it to Manila. When you were inside, you could’ve sworn you were in Cincinnati or Atlanta. But then you stepped outside, and the packed buses and colorful, tourist-filled Jeepneys told the real, local story. The whole contrast was fascinating.

Then we flew over to Palawan. The island itself was absolutely stunning. As a destination, though, it felt very cut off from the local culture. We were literally marooned on our little resort island. When we left Manila, we felt like we’d gotten a good sense of the city’s vibe. When we left Palawan, we felt like we’d seen an incredibly beautiful spot, but we were completely clueless about the local culture. Maybe it depends on the hotel, but I really wish there had been more focus on local history. Aside from trying some seriously delicious local food, the resort could honestly have been anywhere—the Caribbean, South America, you name it. My biggest realization from this trip was that I personally just prefer places that really go out of their way to showcase their unique culture. That’s what makes a trip truly perfect.

It seems there is always a bit of competition among states, and I think it’s just human nature. The attitudes of people in the Northeastern USA, particularly the tri-state area of New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut, definitely take part in this. New Jersey is often looked down upon by Connecticut and New York residents. However, having lived in New Jersey for a while and traveled the area, I found they are surprisingly similar, especially New Jersey and Connecticut.

Both states rely heavily on nearby metropolitan hubs: New Jersey is to Philadelphia/New York as Connecticut is to Boston/New York. Both states have incredibly affluent areas alongside some pretty rough places. And both feature extensive industrial scenery as you drive along the major freeways.

Yet, there are areas where New Jersey has a clear lead in things that should generate tourism and respect. New Jersey has significantly more Revolutionary War history than Connecticut, earning it the title, “Crossroads of the American Revolution.” It also boasts more and generally better beaches. Yet, despite these facts, one state brings to mind Martha Stewart, while the other brings to mind Tony Soprano.

The culture of New Jersey is truly unique. Even though the state may not get much respect from outsiders, locals have immense state pride. Diner culture in Jersey is unmatched in any other state and you are never far from a place with a 15-page menu and a display case filled with cakes and pies. The Shore is its own subculture. I know many New Jerseyans who can afford to travel the world, but would rather drive to the Shore and rent a house.

New Jersey also lives up to its “Garden State” nickname, offering endless mountain trails that become even more beautiful in the fall, plus skiing in the northern part of the state. Furthermore, their public schools consistently rank among the best in the country. They even host two NFL teams and one MLS teams…the “New York” Giants, “New York” Jets, and “New York” Red Bulls.

Honestly, New Jersey has a lot to be proud of, and locals are indeed fiercely proud and loyal. Many New Jerseyans are known for embracing or laughing off negative stereotypes and simply opt to maintain that strong identity.

Las Vegas is famously known as Sin City, and few would deny the name is appropriate. Tourism is so engrained in the local culture that it has become the city’s whole identity. It makes you curious what the city would be like if that first casino had never opened. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have an NFL team.

But they do have a team, and while it’s a money-maker, its financial success is unique compared to other NFL cities. Because Vegas is such a popular tourist destination, there are often a large number of opposing team fans at Las Vegas Raiders games. Media reports that high ticket prices make it difficult for local fans to attend every game, but the seats are easily filled by city visitors. To be fair, the city has a transient population, and perhaps there isn’t a large enough local fanbase to consistently fill every seat with only Raiders fans.

Still, it’s a bit weird for an NFL team when you compare it to classic franchises like Buffalo, Pittsburgh, or even New York. It feels like a team without a soul or home-field culture. It’s financially successful and makes good business sense, but it completely lacks the classic stadium emotion and the benefit of a true home-field advantage.

I had a great time at the Raiders game, but the stands were filled with Denver orange. Since neither the Broncos nor Raiders are my team, it didn’t really bother me. It was different from other games I’ve been to, though.

I can’t remember how I became a Chelsea fan, but I have been one ever since I started following professional football years ago. My passion for the team grew when they acquired my favorite American player, Christian Pulisic, in 2019. Seeing a game at Stamford Bridge was a dream come true, and it lived up to expectations.

Tickets are hard to come by, but somehow my mom managed the feat. This is apparently a point of frustration for local fans, as many articles have been written about it. While we were at the game, I even heard a fan loudly complaining that “real fans” can’t even get tickets anymore. The comment may have been directed at my American accent having family, but I think it was more likely directed at the selfie-taking ladies next to us who were blocking views with their poses. The “real fan” phenomenon is an interesting one. Living near New York, people were always saying that most people wearing Yankees hats don’t even know it’s a baseball team. Globally, this may be true. When a team is on a hot streak, new fans are called bandwagoners and are often looked down on. The longtime fans sometimes feel that if you haven’t been there for the bad years, you shouldn’t join in on the fun of the good years.

The “real fan” attitude is not my favorite part of sports fan culture. However, I can say without a doubt that it is a global phenomenon.

Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris is one of the most iconic historic churches in the world. The world was shocked when it was devastated by fire in April 2019. My family visited Paris a short time later, in June 2019. Of course, we couldn’t go inside. Luckily for us, Paris has no shortage of other sights to see.

By now, I have been to many famous cathedrals across a few different continents. Stunning as they are, they all have one thing in common: They don’t feel like churches or religious places. There are tour guides speaking on microphones and flash photography everywhere. In a time when we are always concerned about offending other cultures, it’s strange how little we seem to care about respecting culturally sacred places of the religious. This tends to be the case whether it is a cathedral in Europe or a temple in Asia.

Sometimes visitors are asked to cover their shoulders or their legs in Asian temples. However, it’s very rare that these places feel genuinely religious, even with all the telltale accessories and decor. They are valued for their history, but they seem to belong to the world rather than to the faithful.

It’s both interesting and a little sad, as they appear to have lost their original purpose. Society’s view of these structures is similar to that of any old building or beautiful public place. We respect the architecture, but we often fail to care for, learn about, or respect the religious culture that brought it about.

A quick search will tell you that Rome receives 51.4 million tourists every year. This is not surprising considering it has some of the most famous sights in the world and seems to be on every international traveler’s bucket list. The more surprising number is that the population of Rome is only 2.75 million.

This isn’t a small city by any standard, but it does mean that locals are likely to feel the impact of tourism every day. Residents often report that many areas feel “overrun” and that tourist-related businesses are displacing local shops and housing. The city is the very definition of a cultural hub, boasting historic sights, extraordinary art and museums, unique architecture, and amazing food. However, when you see a city that is overrun with tourists, you really start to think the city’s modern-day society and culture suffer. Locals move out of certain areas because the quality of life, or the quality of the experience, has deteriorated. As a tourist, I loved seeing the typical sights. I don’t think I need to go back, though, or if I do, I would need to explore other areas.

If culture is a shared way of life of a group of people, maybe the new modern culture of Rome is, in fact, tourism. Locals work in it, the city is built around it, small businesses cater to it, and the economy revolves around it. I have read about historic fishing cultures and mining cultures in rural areas where life revolves around the industry. At this point, it seems Rome is a tourism culture, similar in many ways to Orlando, Florida.

Watching the best player in the world is the ultimate dream for any soccer fan. For many Americans, that dream is now more attainable than ever with the G.O.A.T., Lionel Messi, playing for Inter Miami.

I had the chance to fulfill that dream years ago, when I was still in elementary school and Messi was in his prime with Barcelona. My family and I were at the iconic Camp Nou,for what I thought would be the ultimate experience. But when the game against Athletic Bilbao kicked off and he wasn’t in the starting lineup, I was heartbroken. The team was resting him, and for the first time ever, I found myself secretly rooting for Barcelona to struggle—just enough to need their star player. My wish came true, and a few minutes into the second half, he was on the pitch.

I’ve been to many sporting events in different countries, but I don’t think anything will ever compare to the energy of the crowd when Messi took the pitch. High-pitched whistles pierced my ears and the stadium vibrated with the cheers of every fan, even those rooting for Bilbao. While soccer culture in Spain is already intense, Messi’s presence was an event all its own. He even missed a penalty kick, but no one cared. Being at Camp Nou, hearing the crowd, and seeing him on the field in that Barcelona jersey was the epitome of soccer culture at the time.

Years ago, my family and I went on a holiday to Myanmar. At the time, I was in upper elementary, and it seemed like a perfectly normal trip for people living and traveling in Asia. We started in Yangon, then traveled to Bagan, and finally relaxed on Ngapali Beach.

I remember a lot from that trip and was reminded of even more when I reread my travel journal. I remember temples….so many temples. I even wrote “temple overload” in my journal. I also remember the stray dogs and cats, and I made a note in my journal about how kind the hotel and tour staff were. Myanmar wasn’t as polished as other Southeast Asian destinations. Our pictures show it was still very authentically itself, not yet ready to become the next Thailand.

Myanmar is on my list of places I’d love to revisit, but it simply isn’t possible right now. When I see people in our photos, I can’t help but wonder what has happened to them in the past few years. They’ve endured a military coup, an insurrection, the re-imprisonment of Aung San Suu Kyi, and a devastating earthquake in 2025.

Two of the three hotels we stayed at are now closed. The international tourism industry has plummeted from 4.3 million visitors in 2019 to 1 million in 2024, with most visitors now coming from China and Thailand. My experience in Myanmar gave me a realistic view of how quickly a country can change. I hope the people I met are doing well, and I am grateful that I was able to learn about their amazing country and culture. When they are open to tourism again, I hope to return.

On a beautiful early October day, my family took a surf lesson on a beautiful beach in Portugal. Although we were only a short distance from the big-wave hub of Nazaré, the waves were gentle and rolling—perfect for beginners.

Since it was the off-season, the beach town was sleepy, and the day was great. Our surf instructor was a local, but it was fascinating to hear him talk about different surf locations around the world, from Fiji to Hawaii, and even the New Jersey shore.

His personality and mannerisms reminded us so much of the surf instructor we had in Hawaii that summer. The topics he discussed, the questions he asked, and the places he wanted to travel were all so similar. This experience made it clear that surf culture isn’t unique to one location. You could place this guy in Hawaii or Southern California, and he would fit right in. His cultural identity seemed to be based more on his passion than on his home.

When my family lived in Beijing, we would occasionally go see our favorite local team, the Guoan, play in the old Workers’ Stadium. Built in 1959 and since demolished, the stadium offered a great, one-of-a-kind experience.

I’m not even sure I want to go to the new stadium, even though I still root for the Guoan. For the equivalent of about $50, we could get front-row seats—technically the second row because the first row was always empty other than members of the military evenly dispersed to ensure safety and peace. Compared to European football prices, this was an unbelievable steal. The vibe was still very similar to soccer games I’d attended in other countries, complete with special fan sections, flags, and drums leading the chants. I can still remember the chants after all these years. One key difference, however, was that the old stadium had no concessions inside, so we’d eat in Sanlitun before the game and pop outside during halftime for a drink or snack.

Going to these games was one of the many times in China that showed me how much more alike we are across countries than we are different. The energy and fan passion were similar to soccer matches I’ve been to in New York or Europe. The human love of sport is a common bond across cultures and countries.

New Orleans has one of the most unique cultures in the United States. While cities like Miami and San Antonio clearly show Cuban or Mexican influence, the French Quarter doesn’t feel like you’re in France. The food and culture are distinctly New Orleans.

The city’s culture is homegrown, from the iconic music to the spicy food made with unique local ingredients. Even the beignets, while having French roots, are their own thing—puffier and slightly denser than their French cousins. New Orleans has a reputation for partying year-round, not just during Mardi Gras, and the Cajun accent is also one-of-a-kind.

While the “French Quarter” gives credit to early French settlers, anyone familiar with New Orleans knows the culture is a beautiful blend of African, Spanish, and Native American influences. Architectural highlights, like the shotgun houses, the Garden District, and even the French Quarter, adapt French, Spanish, and African styles for the local climate. New Orleans is a prime example of what embracing and blending different cultures can create. It’s a city that has forged its own unique identity and is absolutely worth visiting and learning about.

New York is a true melting pot, which makes it unique among my favorite cultural cities. While many other cities with a great cultural vibe have a dominant culture that makes you feel like you’re in a different country, New York’s cultural scene is defined by its incredible diversity.

New York’s skyscrapers don’t necessarily scream “culture”—they look similar to those in Melbourne, Singapore, or London. To me, what makes the city special is the huge variety of authentic cultural experiences, especially the food. You can find incredible Chinese, authentic Thai, classic Southern American, Greek, and French pastries with little effort. If you’re feeling more adventurous, you can explore Uzbek, Ethiopian, or Zambian cuisine. Beyond the food, there are pride parades for different countries, like Puerto Rico and Poland, and festivals almost every weekend. If someone wants to experience the cultures of the world but can’t travel the globe, New York is the place to go.

Although some parts of New York can be very touristy, the city offers a wealth of authentic experiences, making it one of the best cities in the U.S. to explore diverse cultures.

I have a soft spot for Miami. The white sand beaches with their colorful lifeguard stands are iconic, and the wide sidewalk that runs alongside the beach is perfect for biking, skating, or just walking and taking in the view.

The city’s Art Deco architecture, especially in South Beach, is unique and distinctly Miami. It gives the area a retro charm. The food scene is also incredible, with countless Cuban restaurants serving up delicious food and strong coffee. My parents, who are big coffee drinkers, loved the cortados, while I was a fan of the fruity Jupina pineapple soda.

Like San Antonio, Miami fully embraces its Hispanic roots and culture. Though I’ve never been to Cuba, I appreciate how Miami allows me to experience a taste of it through the music, the food, and the overall vibrant atmosphere.

*Warning* This is a very biased post.  I move a lot, but San Antonio is my home city.  My summers and holidays are spent here and I know this city perhaps better than any place on earth.  As a young kid, it was a dream.  Theme parks, water parks, museums, the zoo, caverns, the best tacos, and the 5X NBA Champion San Antonio Spurs.  As I have gotten older, I have realized the cities charms go well beyond those classic fun elements.

San Antonio has a rich history, beginning in 1718 as a Spanish mission and colonial outpost. By 1731, it had become into the first chartered civil settlement in Texas. Also known as “Military City, USA,” it proudly hosts a significant defense presence. Yet, perhaps its most defining characteristic is its vibrant cultural identity, with 64% of residents identifying as Hispanic. In a testament to its rich culinary landscape, San Antonio was recognized as a Creative City of Gastronomy by UNESCO in 2017, a nod to its Mexican, Tejano, and German influences.

This blend of cultures creates an atmosphere that makes one feel transported far beyond the typical American city. On any given weekend, you could hear a mariachi band, Texas country, or even polka. This open and proud display of diverse ancestries—be it Mexican or German—sets San Antonio apart. Unlike many “concrete jungles” across the United States, San Antonio maintains a distinct pride in its heritage and diversity that is constantly on display. San Antonio is a cultural gem.

When I was a young kid, a trip to Bali was my family’s go-to holiday, but this summer, I had the chance to visit Komodo National Park and the surrounding area. It was an incredible trip. We saw the legendary Komodo dragons, the largest lizards in the world. They were magnificent and huge, and I loved watching them….from a safe distance! We spent our days hiking and snorkeling, which were amazing.

I couldn’t help but notice the area’s unique atmosphere, which feels much less intense than Bali. In 2016, the Indonesian government promoted it as one of the “10 New Balis,” and you can already see new luxury resorts starting to pop up. But the pandemic slowed down development, and some new direct flights from Singapore were even canceled this summer. I can’t help but think that might be a good thing. While I love Bali, it is arguably overdeveloped. Do we really want ten more places like that?

The area around the town of Labuan Bajo has uniquely complex ecosystems. It’s quickly transforming from a small fishing village into a tourism hub, and while there’s talk of sustainable tourism, it’s hard to keep in check. The people I met were hardworking and thrilled about the new opportunities. It’s undeniable economic progress that will be life-changing for future generations, and you can’t help but be happy for them. But with that comes the inevitable loss of the fishing village culture and traditions.

Leaving a place like Komodo feels bittersweet. You’re happy for the economic progress, but also a little sad and scared for the future.

When I was a young kid growing up in Beijing, we went to Bali like my American peers went to Florida. It was the perfect escape from Beijing’s cold and pollution: excellent weather, great food, and relatively inexpensive hotels. We went there often enough that I took the uniqueness of Balinese culture for granted.

It was only when we went back after a five-year hiatus that I truly appreciated the culture of one of my favorite holiday destinations. In the predominantly Muslim country of Indonesia, Bali is unique for its Hinduism. The beautiful open-air temples throughout the island offer a glimpse into the importance of religion, both in the past and present. The Balinese people have a warmth and friendliness that goes well beyond hotel culture. The smell of incense and the offerings at the many small altars (Canang Sari) immerse you in a world that is very different from others.

Despite the endless, chaotic stream of motorcycles on the roads and motorized water sports on the beaches, this is a calming place for me. Maybe it’s because of the nostalgia it holds for me, or maybe it’s because we are immersed in a culture focused on harmony and balance in all aspects of life. Being around people who are actively showing gratitude for everything each day rubs off on you a little bit. Spending time in Balinese culture leaves you feeling enlightened, even if only temporarily.

I love the ocean. Whether it’s a beach or a bay, water brings happiness and calmness to me. I enjoy exploring different beach destinations because, beyond the water, it’s fun to see the cultural differences.

A consistent theme is that life moves at a slower pace. Maybe that’s because of the mix of vacationing tourists and locals, but I suspect it also has to do with the calming effects of the water. Coastal Texas culture is no different in this way. I grew up going to Port Aransas (Port A) with my grandparents in the summer. There are a few things that really stand out about Texas beaches.

The idea that everything is bigger in Texas is not a myth. The beaches are broad and go on forever. They’re so big, in fact, that vehicles drive on a sand road on the ocean side of the dunes until visitors find the perfect spot to set up for the day. You can leave your cooler in the truck because your tent and chairs are only going to be ten feet away. Contrast this with the process of getting your items to the beach in other locations, and it’s a night-and-day difference—far more relaxing.

Life revolves around fishing, collecting shells, and for many, drinking a beer from your cooler while relaxing on the beach. The beaches in Texas may not be as stunningly beautiful as some other locations, but the entire experience is free, friendly, casual, and relaxing. It has a distinctly Texas vibe.

Of all the family holidays I’ve taken in Asia, one of my most memorable was a 2017 trip to Chiang Mai. While I wish I could say it was because of the amazing temples or lively markets, the truth is, the most memorable part was the incredible hotel we stayed at, the Dhara Dhevi.

The hotel lobby and many of the buildings were built to resemble temples. The some rooms were traditional wooden structures set in a rice paddy, while others areas of the resort had classic British colonial architecture. For kids, there were activities like scavenger hunts, yoga, agriculture lessons, and, of course, a pool. Even all these years later, the Dhara Dhevi was the hotel I was most excited about returning to.

Sadly, the Dhara Dhevi permanently closed in November 2020. The COVID-19 pandemic hit the tourism industry hard, leading to financial difficulties that eventually forced the hotel into bankruptcy. In April 2025, a fire burned 2,000 square meters of the former resort.

The pandemic’s impact was widespread in the Asian tourism industry. The Dhara Dhevi is not the only hotel my family once visited that has closed due to the pandemic. While developed economies like the U.S. also lost businesses and individuals felt the financial impact, stories like the Dhara Dhevi make me think about how many people were affected in less developed areas and how much harder it is to recover. How many people lost their jobs with little to fall back on? How long will it take for the economy to recover, and how much progress was lost?

Sometimes “must-see” attractions can be a bit of a letdown, and initially, I would have put Brussels’ Manneken Pis in this category. Honestly, my expectations were pretty low going into it. The small statue and fountain itself met those low expectations, and the surrounding crowd exceeded my expectations.  

However, my appreciation for the landmark did grow after reading its history online. It’s only about 55.5 cm tall, and on the day we visited, it was sporting a tiny Montreal Canadiens outfit complete with a hockey stick. Apparently, this small bronze statue has around a thousand different outfits, which are displayed in a nearby museum.

The boy’s face has a mischievous look as he’s peeing into what used to be a town drinking water source. The earliest records of Manneken Pis go all the way back to the mid-15th century, and it has survived multiple thefts, wars, and invasions. 

As a piece of art, it’s pretty unimpressive by European standards. But what makes Manneken Pis truly special is its symbolism. It’s said to represent Brussels’ spirit of defiance, humor, and resilience, and it’s deeply woven into the local folklore and history. When you consider the sculpture’s history and symbolism, Manneken Pis absolutely deserves its spot on all the “must-see” lists. It’s an exceptional cultural landmark.

Of the Disney Parks I have visited, Disneyland Paris was one of the least crowded, second only to Hong Kong. The French school year hadn’t quite ended for summer holiday, but I was still surprised by the lack of huge crowds. 

As usual, the rides were mostly similar to other parks, with a few notable exceptions like Ratatouille and Crush’s Coaster at Walt Disney Studios.

Despite the primary language being different, this park felt the most American of any other Disney park I have been to outside of the USA. I can’t quite put my finger on why it felt so culturally similar. Maybe it was the number of Americans at the park—there were far more than I had ever experienced in the Asian Disney parks. Or maybe it was simply the high number of English speakers in general, which made the whole place feel a bit less foreign. The food was also surprisingly similar to the Disney Parks in the USA. In fact, there was even a Five Guys Burgers near the park gates.

If hitting all the Disney Parks is on your bucket list, Disneyland Paris is definitely worth a visit. However, if you’re looking for a unique cultural Disney experience, I feel Disneyland Paris underdelivered.

Before our family vacation to Europe in 2022, I thought I had a bit of an idea of the differences in work culture between the US and Europe. Thanks to social media and chats with my parents, I was well aware of the discrepancies in maternity leave and paid vacation. I even knew about the behavioral differences, like how Americans often check emails on holiday while Europeans are far less likely to. But it’s rare to actually experience these cultural differences firsthand and to have them directly impact your vacation plans as they did on this trip.

Our first taste of it came right after we landed in Brussels. Our Uber driver immediately warned us about potential traffic issues due to a Brussels Airlines workers’ strike. He said it was a good thing we were taking the train out of the city after our stay, saying that many other travelers weren’t so lucky. It definitely set a tone, hinting that this trip might have a few unexpected challenges.

Later in the trip, after a wonderful week in Paris, we encountered strikes again. This time, baggage handlers at Charles de Gaulle Airport were on strike. Our plane actually departed on time, which was a relief, but we soon learned of an issue: no bags had been loaded onto the aircraft. Our luggage eventually arrived in Rome a day later, and my mom spent the better part of the next morning navigating the chaotic airport scene. She even had to crawl over rows of unclaimed bags just to find ours and retrieve them herself. It was an unexpected and frustrating, start to our time in Italy.

The third transportation strike that impacted us was in Florence. The taxi drivers were on strike, and even Uber was shut down. This left us with no choice but to walk 1.5 miles to the train station, in summer heat, luggage in tow. 

These experiences really made it clear that strikes seem to be far more frequent and visible in Europe than in the US or the parts of Asia I’ve lived in. In the US, it feels like strikes, when they happen, are often resolved before the general public is significantly impacted. In Europe, however, it definitely feels like strikes have a different progression, often leading to disruptions for everyday people, including tourists like us. It’s a fascinating and impactful cultural difference I never truly grasped until this trip.