About two months ago, my unhappiness finally hit its tipping point. A couple of dramatic outbursts, ruined relationships and days where I couldn’t get out of bed later, I decided it was time to pick myself back up. I grabbed my insurance card, went to the Internet and made an appointment with the first therapist that would take me.

Uh oh, you’re thinking. She’s going to talk about the T-word. Sarah’s crazy. Go ahead, get the stigmas out of the way now, and then continue reading…if you want.

This isn’t my first rendezvous with therapy, and I’m sure it won’t be my last. In middle school I saw a therapist because I had severe anxiety over staying home alone. I didn’t start babysitting until I was almost 15; the fear was so debilitating in middle school my mother couldn’t run around the corner for five minutes to pick up a carton of milk. Then, during my freshman year of high school, I was back on the plush couch for a mild case of depression and anxiety that came with adjusting to high school.

And now I’m back on a couch — after an especially awful April 1 weekend — trying to make sense of what’s happened, nearly one year since my “trip of a lifetime.”

Looking back even just six months, a lot has happened: I stopped traveling, moved back home and started working full-time again at a dead-end job. My family dynamic drastically changed, relationships started and ended, I was rejected from graduate school and friends are moving away or preparing for weddings. Somewhere, through all of these external factors, I got lost in the shuffle and really bummed out. I stopped seeing the positive in just about everything, even the travel high I had come off of not long ago and the prospect of saving for more travel.

I felt like a tourist on a really shitty vacation where all it does is rain, your hotel reservation gets lost and your car breaks down on the way to the airport. Except, this shitty vacation was my life. Death Cab for Cutie’s newest single, “You are a Tourist” seemed to sum up my feelings quite nicely:

“You feel just like a tourist in the city you were born, then it’s time to go

And you find your destination with so many different places to call home.”

I miss traveling, but more than that, I miss what it did for my outlook. Everything was new and exciting while on the road and little seemed to get me down, not even dodging bullets in Bangkok or a lost ATM card. The world was engaging me and I was completely immersed in it. So many places DID feel like home and I was happy.

I stopped writing about travel because I had started to feel guilty about my time away, feeling as though my travels brought upon these misfortunes. If I had never hopped that one-way flight to Bangkok on Jan. 7, 2010, how different would things be today? Therapy has helped me find the answer: not much. Friends would still be engaged, my family issues would still have come to a head and my relationships would still be teetering on the edge of success or failure. My trip through Southeast Asia and the Middle East was great. It was more than great; it was an opportunity that many will never take and it makes me unique. It helped me to define the person I can and want to be.

My disposition is on a slow mend and I’m back to restructuring the type of life I want to live. With a little bit more time, I’ll be back to finding my destination and all those places to call home.

That Friday, I was streaming Al Jazeera’s coverage of Tahrir Square live over my computer at work. I was met with the question of, “What’s that noise? What’s happening in the Middle East?”

In fewer words: a revolution.

Last week, angry Tunisians successfully protested to overthrow their government of over 23 years in a “Jasmine” revolt. I have never been to Tunisia, but still followed along nonetheless. It was a proud moment for human rights and the potential end of oppression. It was inspiring, so much so that Egypt has followed suit. But I was still more or less detached the situation in the North African country. Now, I can’t turn off the news as Egyptian students, intellectuals and middle classmen protest in Tahrir Square.  I spent nearly a month in Egypt; and more than a week in Cairo, making Egyptian friends in a hostel and cafes at the very Square where the protests are centered. I traveled from Taba to Cairo and up to Alexandria (one of my favorite cities). Then I went down to Hurghada and through Suez and into Dahab and Sinai. I didn’t see all the sites, but the people I met certainly made up for it.

After having lived in Bangkok during Thailand’s time of political unrest and red shirt protests from March to May 2010, I feel like I better understand calls of a protest. For me, the protests in Egypt and the pictures coming over the news aren’t of angry, faceless citizens. They have a face and a voice that I heard during my time in the desert country.

Over the past week, I’ve been thinking of one person in particular, Ahmed Ghazy. I’ve been signing onto Skype more often to see if he’s logged in and checking his Facebook wall, now flooded with foreign friends checking in on him and his family. The constant Facebook chats of, “Hi dear!” that used to seem annoying are now noticeably absent. I met Ahmed on an overnight bus from Cairo to Dahab. The bus left at almost 10 p.m. and I was a solo, Western female on a bus filled with older Egyptian men. I wasn’t afraid, but a little weary of falling asleep in uncomfortable and unfamiliar surroundings. Ahmed sat down next to me and immediately introduced himself. He was 26, just finishing up school and dreadfully awaiting word if he would be called into the Army instead of being able to continue on with his career in medicine. He was headed to Dahab to meet some friends for a celebration.

Through the next 8 hours, I didn’t sleep. But it wasn’t because I was uncomfortable. I was engaged in conversation. We talked about Egyptian politics and his disdain for Mumbarak. We talked about American politics, relations in the Middle East, the then-fresh flotilla incident in Turkey. We talked of morals and religion. I was comfortable telling him I was Jewish and had just spent time visiting close friends in Israel. And of course, we talked about popular culture, technology, music and TV. In Dahab, we shared nightly dinners and I met his friends. We snorkeled and shared more stories of what it’s like growing up in our respective countries. By the end of my time in Dahab, Ahmed became my friend.

There are other people I met in Cairo that I think of – strolling along Al Azhar Park with Travels of Adam and Liz Koch. We learned how to write in Arabic that night, and also broached the topic of politics. Like I think about Ahmed, I wonder where they are and how they’re involved in the Egyptian revolution right now as I type.

I guess I’m not terribly shocked by what’s happening in Egypt. I have some concerns over what will happen when Mumbarak is eventually ousted; mainly the 1978 Camp David Accords and the relative peace between Egypt and Israel. The destruction of that tie will shake the Middle East to its core. But at the same time, basic human rights like freedom of speech and religion, and a fair democracy with an elected president are not irrational demands. They are demands that should be met in all parts of the world and United States should back the protesters’ calls for these rights.

In a recent post by Gary Arndt, he succinctly put it this way:

“There are many reason to travel, but the empathy you develop for other places might be the greatest. It converts a news story from anonymous people in an unknown place to people with a face. Ultimately, if you want to understand the rest of the world, to really understand it, you have to visit it yourself.”

In order for She’s in Love with the World to even have a “Year in Review,” I need to bring it all the way back to mid-2009, when I first decided to take the leap into the unknown world of travel and blog writing. I was laid off, the economy was bad and I was pretty damn directionless. Ask anyone. As 2009’s close drew near, it looked as though 2010 would be the Year of the Awesome for me, and for the most part, it was.

2010 started off with a bang – a fantastic evening, just seven days prior to departure, with the person I love most. We had a fabulous, classy evening all dressed up and blissfully ignorant that in a mere week, we’d be separated for an undetermined amount of time. And that week flew by quickly. Before I knew it, Andrea and I were off on a plane to Bangkok, beginning the best way I’ve ever spent six months of my life.

The Highs of 2010:

• Maintaining She’s in Love with the World and even watching it garner some attention from other great bloggers and travel websites. Unfortunately, for this high, comes the low of me letting slip off my radar upon my return to the States. I worked hard to build my blog up, and after I deemed myself “far less interesting” in my domestic setting, I put no work into making myself interesting and let it fall to the wayside. Regardless of my actions, writing on this website throughout 2010 was one of the most rewarding aspects of my travels and I loved sharing my life with each and every new friend (and old) that came its way. It also allowed me to actually keep track of what I was crossing off of my brand new Bucket List, of which this blog has still only seen the first half!
• Volunteering in Southeast Asia. Working at the Future Light Orphanage with four other incredible young, solo female travelers was one of the most rewarding and impactful experiences I’ve ever had. The beauty of Angkor Wat doesn’t light a candle to the beauty of the shining, smiling faces I saw each and every day on site. This feeling was exacerbated when I began to bring clean water, fresh food and smiles to those incarcerated in the Immigration Detention Center in Bangkok with In Search of Sanuk. No price can be put on the amazing feeling of bringing some relief and happiness to others during such an exciting period of your own life.
• The new friends made around the world. Facebook has proved to be a wonderful, magnificent tool for maintaining contact with friends made across the globe. Not only am I still in touch with the fabulous network of travel bloggers out there, but it’s possible to stay friendly with friends I made elsewhere – on a slow boat along the Mekong, in Al Azhar Park in Egypt – everywhere. Each person added to my journey in a unique way, and I’m happy to have them along for future journeys to come.
• Motorbiking down the coast of Vietnam. Despite a pretty horrific accident and some badly bruised legs, this trip still ranks on my Top 3 travel moments of 2010 when people ask my favorite part. It was an exhilarating, stressful and exciting day throwing me out of my comfort zone and into a whole new realm of extreme possibilities.

The Lows of 2010:

• The job search from July through October. It took me quite some time to find a job, even one with which I’m not in love. The economy didn’t do much rebounding as I had hoped it would while I was gone, and it took me a long time to even land an interview for a full-time position. I feel as though I had to lower my standards to get a job and, in my secretarial position, I have come to miss journalism more than I ever could have imagined.
• The money woes that come after a big trip are a lot to come to terms with. Of the $16,000 I left for Thailand with, pretty much all was depleted except for $2,000 reserved for bills, car payments and other incurred costs upon my return home. The difficulties in my job search did not help my severe lack of funds, and only now – at the start of 2011 – am I really beginning to replenish my bank account.
• Reverse culture shock and unexpected changes in my old lifestyle. Certain aspects of my former life certainly took a hit when I first came home. It took a little while for my boyfriend to warm up to possibility of us again, after his rocky visit to Thailand (Hi, Mike. I love you!). My family had all moved on without me to a certain extent, and became quite used to my absence. There was less freelance work for me at the newspaper once my column ended, some other personal issues, and reverse culture shock (read: absence of street food and motosais) made a belated appearance, sending me into a pretty big tailspin for the end of 2010.

So what’s up for 2011? This year I brought in the new year on a cruise ship with the flu, fast asleep by 12:20. Like I said, my good and bad seem to come in waves.

After some lofty resolutions last year, I’m anticipating a pretty slow beginning of 2011. The year will likely be filled with more monotonous work in order to continue replenishing my bank account in preparation for big changes in 2012, whatever they may turn out to be. I plan to stop biting my nails once and for all (after many failed attempts).

I’ve learned that not every year can be golden the whole year — even the best years have their lows – but I’ll make the best of the excitement I do have for 2011. I have a bunch of friends’ weddings to look forward to that will involve some travel, tentative plans for TBEX’11 in Vancouver to finally put faces to names of bloggers I interact with almost daily, and more time with those I do love at home.

Happy 2011, everyone.

Love,

Sarah

Fun fact: Underneath that “hard” New York exterior flows some Midwestern blood.

The Lipman half of my family hails from the great state of Ohio, home to Drew Carey, Chad “Ochocinco” Johnson, Pete Rose, Steven Spielberg and Dean Martin. Thus, since I was just six months old, my family has made many-a-pilgrimage to Cincinnati, Ohio.

To keep the family history aspect of this post short, I’ll save you the gritty details of 13-hour drives in a minivan through New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania and West Virginia with just two stops for food and bathroom breaks throughout my childhood. Those were always fun. But this year was different. For the first time I can remember, we flew!

My visits became less frequent once I was in college, then working as a reporter and, ultimately, traipsing the globe. But I had always loved going. We’d get to see cousins, be spoiled by our fantastic Great Aunt Lois and visit my Grandma (lovingly referred to originally as Meemaw, shortened to Mims and, now my friends know her as “Miss Ohio”). There were amusements parks, malls and food. Ah, the food. I used to love the food.

Keyword: USED to.

This time, driving down the endless highways in Cincinnati, all I noticed were signs for fast food and chain restuarants. McDonalds, Burger King, White Castle, Chipotle, you name it, they had it. Of course, there were the ones I enjoyed growing up: Skyline Chili, Graeter’s ice cream, Frisch’s Big Boy and others. This time around though, they just all tasted (save for the ice cream)…greasy.

As long-time readers know, my most favorite thing about going new places — not just abroad, but even just on day trips to Delaware, New York, California, the neighborhood next to yours, etc. — is the FOOD. I’m obsessed with food and how people eat. I love a homegrown restaurant with local veggies and specials unique to the culture and flavor. Cincinnati, I sadly noticed for the first time, was sorely lacking in any sort of unique food culture beyond its famous ice cream, Graeter’s.

I still believe food has a magical power in bringing people together. Thanksgiving Day — our one home-cooked, not deep-fried meal — had a table set for 20+ people, all whom I had not seen in a long time. However, if mom and pop diners and restaurants get lost in the conglomerate shuffle, could we all soon be just driving through windows and eating greasy badness?

I’ll take a street cart falafel or taco truck taco over a Big Mac any day…

Midway into my fourth week, I’ve realized quite a few things about myself and, what it is exactly, that irks me about the 9-5 grind. It only took about 20 paper cuts, cotton mouth and a last-minute road trip with my boyfriend to Washington, D.C. this past weekend to help me figure out what I already knew while staring at my longtail boat background on my office computer every day (yes, the title picture).

• I hate feeling like I’m not being put to use. I love to be busy, but not with busywork. What made traveling so great was that it kept me on my toes. I was always thinking and expanding my horizons because I had to. New cultures, languages and people forced me to explore the tiny, dark corners of my brain and open creaky doors that had long been shut since college. I was thinking and I was learning. With a lot of the jobs I’ve been doing since coming home both at the JCC and my new job — answering phones, stuffing envelopes, processing memberships — there’s not much of a brain requirement there and I feel the need to learn and be challenged.

• The Internet is the most efficient tool ever created. Seriously. I know this is coming from a blogger and obsessive social media-lover, but hear me out. Some things, like mailings, would just be so much simpler done via e-mail through blasts to members. I’m a print traditionalist when it comes to newspapers, and I hate to see my one true love gasp its dying breaths, but there’s something to be said for the immediacy and ease of the Internet. Besides, it would save my hands from looking like they were just put through the paper shredder.

• I’m still meant to be a journalist. After I was laid off, I was jaded. Many of you probably recall me
  

  Hanging with CBS' Bob Schieffer in Dec. 2009 after an interview.

  bitching and moaning something along the lines of, “This field sucks. I’m done with it forever.” Well, the past few weeks, I’ve found myself surrounded by and completely immersed in a field that I am still so passionate about and miss dearly. The first Saturday in November, after  a road trip with some close friends back down to Delaware for the University of Delaware’s Homecoming football game, I spent an evening celebrating one of the most talented and dedicated journalists (and my personal mentor) I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Follow that up with my first-ever trip to the Newseum in Washington, D.C. on this past weekend’s road trip and the feelings are nearly bursting out of me. I don’t have a more deep-seeded passion for anything [aside for maybe travel] than I do for the news. The Newseum’s exhibits on Sept. 11 and Hurricane Katrina moved me, and it wasn’t because of the immensity of the news being covered. Mike, you didn’t see it, but I actually cried in the Newseum. Twice. It was the passion and the drive these reporters had to deliver the news, the commitment they made to the public and the audacity to face fear, corruption and despair to bring to the people what they deserve. It gave me a new motivation and inspiration to pursue my dreams of working as a foreign journalist one day. It gave me the vigor I needed to suffer through any menial communications job to get me that much closer to the goal.

• The travel goal hasn’t been lost either, though. Barring some fantastic dream job smacks me across the face before I turn 25 and I’m suddenly the next Katie Couric, I still plan to hit the road again. Plans as to where are still completely unclear, but it will certainly be places in which I can delve deep into the culture and uncover things for myself, both in this blog and hopefully a reinvigorated travel column. Book ideas fleet through my head from time to time; spending an intense amount of time in one location uncovering misconceptions and cultural rarities (think, Finding George Orwell in Burma). Much like journalism, travel runs through my blood.

I’ll continue with attempts to fill the pages of this blog with more of my thoughts and rants about full-time work and travel and passionate words, but for now, I’m glad that I’m slowly starting to find my way and figure out what’s real and what’s not. I’m finally learning exactly what I want and that, even if I can’t have it right away…eventually, I have the drive to make it mine.

Since the second I knew I was coming home, I was already making plans for my next trip. I didn’t know when or where it would be, but I was planning extravagant things in my head. When people would ask what I was going to do next, I’d say, “I don’t know, but by the time I turn 25, I’m out the door again.”

Well, Monday, Oct. 18 was my 23^rd birthday and two-year marking point — one that seems fitting to officially begin saving for my next round-the-world adventure at the ripe old age of 25.

In a 24-hour time span, I celebrated a low-key birthday with family and the new John Lennon movie. In addition, I was offered an awesome full-time job at a small nonprofit arts organization in Fairfield County. I’ll be working on all sorts of exciting projects from communications, to development and fundraising to administration. It’s a small office, so I’ll really get to learn and understand how a nonprofit organization ticks as I continue to formulate plans that can carry me into a lifetime of travel and international nonprofit work.

And as the paychecks roll in, my savings account will begin to replenish itself for something grand.

She’s in Love with the World is now going to be a space for me plan and talk out (to myself?) the proper steps in planning a big trip and figuring out where, exactly, I want to go and how to go about it this time around. It’s going to document the changes I make (like how I stopped biting my nails after 23 years!) and help me figure out what kind of lifestyle I want to create for myself. Last time, I spontaneously bought a plane ticket and left the country four months later. This time around, it’s going to be different.

I don’t quite know where I’d like to go yet, or if I actually want to attempt to circumnavigate the globe for real, but there are certain destinations I know I want to hit. I really regret missing out on Burma after all of my time in Southeast Asia. A trip back to Southeast Asia would be remiss without paying another visit to the wonderful Cambodian orphanage and the children with whom I fell in love. And I’d love to go to Africa — more specifically Ghana, Mali, Namibia and Uganda.  India and Nepal. Back to Europe to see more of France, Germany, Italy, Spain. And of course, there are travel rumors that Machu Picchu will soon cease to be open for trekking and I’d love to dance at Carnival in South America.

I want to go everywhere; I can’t help it. I’m in love with the world.

However, on more than one occasion, sitting for a meal often initiated conversation with locals, and sometimes even an invitation to dine with families for dinner or learn how to make a basic meal and work on my language skills. By the time I left Bangkok alone, I had formed friendships with the man who cooked my fried rice, the lady with the best mango shakes on Sukhumvit and the Isaan lady across the street from my apartment. If you can look past the grime and sit for a meal on the side of the road, not only will your palate be rewarded with tasty sensations, but the bond created with the locals cooking the food makes the entire experience worthwhile. Be sure to try these delicious meals, and if you have the time, sit for a while and get to know those cooking.

Som Tam in Chiang Mai: Though I ate som tam pretty much everywhere I went in Thailand (just ask the ever-fabulous Jodi of Legal Nomads about our Bangkok som tam afternoons), it was certainly at its finest in the north of Thailand. This traditional Isaan dish, which also happens to be one of my favorites, combines the four essentials in Thai cooking: spicy chili, sour lime, salty fish sauce and the sweetness of palm sugar. It’s made from shredded unripened papaya and usually includes garlic, peanuts, dried shrimp and spiciness to your liking — pounded and ground in a mortar and pestle-type of bowl. Make sure to order it with sides of khao niao (sticky rice) and moo yang or gai yang (grilled pork or grilled chicken, respectively).

Bun Cha at Dac Kim in Hanoi: I still argue that I had the best meal of my entire trip — maybe entire life — was atthis restaurant on Hang Manh Street (after a recommendation from a Vietnamese friend) in Hanoi. At lunch rush, this tiny establishment expands up four flights of stairs revealing seating for over 400 people. There is no menu and within seconds of sitting down, bustling Vietnamese women start throwing platters down in front of you with, you guessed it, bun cha. For $2USD, feast on a semi-sweet broth, white rice noodles, crab and veggie spring rolls, roasted pork and grilled pork patties.

Pad Pongali Goong in Bangkok: Since coming home, I crave no dish more than this one; and it sadly it’s been harder to find in the States than any other (right, Sean Ogle?). The dish fries up shrimp, onions and peppers in a yellow curry paste. Added into the sauce is an egg curdled to thicken the ingredients and parsley for a bit of extra flavor served over white rice.

Khmer Krom Vegetarian Kari in Siam Reap: A much soupier kind of curry than most Thai curry dishes, the Khmer curries are coconut milk-based. The vegetarian curry includes tofu, eggplant, potato and lemon grass stewed to perfection. For the meat-lover, chicken, fish, beef and/or pork can all be added to the dish, though there are so many great flavors, it doesn’t even need it. Eat by the spoonfuls with rice for a satisfying meal.

Amok in Phnom Penh: What I love about almost all of Southeast Asian cooking is their use of massive banana leaves to help steam or grill just about anything. Nothing does this better though than the Cambodian dish, amok. This dish steams a coconut-marinated fish wrapped in the leaf until it is so soft the flavors blend and the meat just slides off the spine of the fish.

Twenty-five cent beers in Hoi An: Hoi An is where the backpacker goes to purge their older clothes and replace them with custom-made new ones. A traveler can blow his or her budget in the charming little riverfront city, but there is respite in the unlikeliest of places: beer. After a day of shopping, nothing said a budget break like an afternoon at the beach followed by a brew. Beers in Hoi An go for a refreshing 4,000VND and are a special kind of home brew unique to each individual restaurant.

Takoh in Bangkok: What would this list be without some dessert? This coconut cream jelly is made with tapioca flour and heavy coconut cream and sugar to create a thick custard topping inside a banana leaf bowl. At the bottom of the bowl, tapioca pearls or — better yet — a banana slice add for a bit more texture. I used to bring these treats back to my security guards during the protests, whenever they would get worried about my trips down to Victory Monument to visit friends or scope out the scene. Somehow, desserts always make things better.

Banh Xeo at Bale Well in Hoi An: After Andrea hyped this place up after her Vietnam study abroad in 2009, she spent an entire day looking for it a second time to prove its deliciousness. It does not disappoint. Similar in setting and dining style to Dac Kim in Hanoi, Bale Well serves one dish and they just keep it coming. For the set price of 50,000VND, the friendly owner Mai will feed you banh xeo (rice pancakes), grilled pork satay, spring rolls and grilled pork strips, along with your prerequisite greens. Ask her to teach you how to make the rolled up mega-dish and she’s likely to feed it to you herself!

Sang Kaya Fug Tong eaten mostly in Thailand and Cambodia: I’ve had a couple variations of these pumpkin desserts, but the concept is the same. Hollow out a pumpkin, fill it with creamy coconut custard and enjoy. My favorite version came in Cambodia, where a bit of jackfruit was mixed into the custard for good measure. As a side note: pumpkin in the United States and Southeast Asia are two different things.  The Asian equivalent is something more along the lines of a large, green gourd and goes by the name Kabocha.

Mangosteens: Because really, what’s a food post from me about Southeast Asia without a little mangosteen lovin’ in it?

What’s your favorite food from Southeast Asia or anywhere you’ve traveled? Leave your answers in the comments below!

That’s why it was such a pleasure to be a part of the New Haven stop on Chris Guillebeau’s Unconventional Book Tour, spreading the release of his first print book under the same name as his blog, “The Art of Nonconformity.” Chris and I have missed meeting one another (despite quite a few mutual friends) by just a few days in Bangkok back in March and then again last week in New York. The event was organized by the wonderful Brooke Thomas of Adventures in Wellbeing and featured spirited conversation over wine, beer, cheese and enough cupcakes to feed Chris’ entire Small Army.

A group of about 20 — all with vastly distinct paths ranging from my traveling/writing self to clinical psychology to engineering to Internet marketing — gathered in Brooke’s beautiful second floor office space that triples as a rolfing practice, pilates studio and soon-to-be co-working office around an antique mantle and exposed brick walls. After Chris’ brief introduction, much of the evening was left for mingling with attendees and smaller, more intimate dialogue.

Saturday evening, I hadn’t seen much past the prologue of his book, but since then I’ve put down what I was reading for a brief interlude. I’m about three-quarters finished with Chris’ book and what impresses me most is the honesty and acknowledgement that the very art about which he writes may not be for everyone. Too often the “lifestyle design” community that Chris is sometimes lumped into ignores these people because they live a conventional lifestyle void of world travel and working on your own terms. Instead, Chris addresses them head on as well, offering the important insights that provide them the chance to find new alternatives or take up new practices in addition to their current lifestyle.

The book isn’t about the “work less, play more and still get rich” mentality that plagues many in the genre, but instead turns toward making a lasting legacy and impression. Chris’ experiences abroad have taken him all across the globe, beginning with his four years on a Mercy Ship in the most impoverished and war-torn parts of Africa. With some proceeds of his book donated toward clean water projects in Ethiopia, Chris keeps his word on his philosophy of doing good not just for you, but applying nonconformity for the good of others as well.

Chris is as personal, spirited and down-to-earth in the flesh as he is in his writing. If you have the opportunity to make it to one of his stops on his Unconventional Book Tour, it’s highly recommended. Find out the rest of his schedule at www.unconventionalbooktour.com.