For a loving fan of the Harry Potter series, a walk through the Warner Brothers Studios was a magical, bittersweet experience.

A breather from the city can be a welcome respite, and a glimpse of the mysterious beauty of the countryside was just what I needed.  

Traveling on the tube is part of a London life — with all its ups, downs and delays. Ride a day in my routine.

Less than two hours outside London, I came to Brighton, a coastal town nicknamed "London-By-the-Sea."

In the center of the whirlwind city of London, there is a 350-acre patch of semi-tamed wilderness, and its name is Hyde Park.

Sometimes, when I'm standing in an empty underground platform waiting for the rush of the next train, I like to remember that twenty-nine years ago, my father was in the exact same place.

There is something magical about Southbank on a Sunday morning.

36,969 miles above the Atlantic Ocean, in a cramped airplane seat with strangers all around me, I realized how small I was.

I've always wanted to see the world, but — as reality conditions dreamers to do — I'd started to have an inkling that maybe it wouldn't happen for me.