I’m Sherry Dryja, a neurodiverse writer, creator, vegan baker, and theologian living in Seattle’s Belltown neighborhood.
All in Travel Diary
As we savored the unexpected treat, we couldn’t help but admire Ted’s audacity. Who would’ve guessed that a Kremówka truck could lead to such joy? In hindsight, we all wished we’d followed him instead of trudging through yet another church.
From the moment you leave the shore, you’re unmoored—literally and otherwise. Stress dissolves into the sea spray, and the tidy tyranny of daily life gives way to the untamed rhythm of tide and wind.
I always imagined dining at a Michelin-star restaurant would be a sophisticated, unforgettable experience. At Jungsik in Seoul, it was unforgettable—just not in the way I planned.
Here’s the short version:
✨ The restaurant: stunningly elegant.
✨ Me: accidentally eating a moist hand towel because I thought it was a fancy marshmallow.
Oh, and let’s not forget the side quest to find the restroom, which led me through a dimly lit lounge that looked like a Bond villain’s hideout. Add in a few mysterious doors, a lot of confused glances, and you’ve got my dinner adventure.
📍 "Mountainous Fails"
🌨️ Two mountain rescues, one overinflated ego, and a pair of soggy pants later…
Mountains have taught me many things: humility, the importance of warm pants, and why confidence doesn’t always equal skill. From tumbling like a human snowball at 17 to discovering snowshoes won’t save you from altitude sickness in middle age, I’ve learned the hard way that I’m better suited to sea level.
