I was born in Ukraine and raised in ATL, and have called NYC home for the past 6 years up until December 2015. On Feb 8th, 2016 I embarked on an 18 month solo backpacking world tour across 6 continents in search of self discovery and documenting kindness around the world ( I've been dreaming of this trip for 7 years!).

First and foremost, I'm an adventurer and storyteller, who likes to kick off my  mornings with Beyonce dance parties. I'm also a MOTH StorySLAM winner and a contributing writer for VICE, and feel most alive when giving a voice to people/things that matter and hoping to make the world a little sunnier, a little kinder, and a little more magical as a result.

How I Made Out with A Total Stranger at the Airport ( and you should too)

This is why I believe in magic: flying out of Panama today I was upgraded to first class non stop but had to swing by my original flight gate first. After spending 10 days in the jungle and beach, I’m scraggly at best when I peek up at the sight of a tall, insanely handsome Swedish looking guy who catches my eye with his smile. I slump down next to to him and tell him that he’s got kind eyes. He’s from Montana, a firefighter, witty and 20 minutes later in the midst of this crowded airport we kiss and it’s electric. We’re only interrupted by the gate agent announcing my name as the volunteer off the flight. I stand up, kiss this beautiful man one last time and start walking away…And then I turnaround and tell the gate agent that I want off. ” You have a first class non stop flight to LAX- are you crazy for giving that up?!” And I smirk, ” Yea, maybe. But there’s a man on that flight that can kiss so sweetly and looks at me like I’m magic” and he dramatically rolls his eyes nearly giggling and says ” you guys were really cute ” and winks at me. So I run down the tarmac and find my guy in line and his face lights up like Christmas when I tell him I gave up my other flight. ” I’m 14D- come find me ” and he laughs,” I’m 14 E” and we just start kissing in awe of yet another mini miracle. I teach him how to mediate, and we swap life stories on the flight, spend hours bantering through customs upon arrival at Houston for our layover and find out our gates are 3 apart- another mini miracle. We have a lavish airport dinner of lamb over wine and decide we’ve got to see other again. He walks me to my terminal finally and we kiss once again, hugging and completely in awe of the series of miracles that just unfolded. 

So I sit here typing the plane, and I can’t stop smiling because to connect with another human on such a deep, tender, and dynamic way is exactly why I walk with awe while backpacking. My flight is now delayed 3 hours probably won’t get home til 6am. I could have easily been home first class by now and here in lies the lesson. Thank you Panama for reminding me of what happens when you follow the miracles like bread crumbs leading you into a whole world of awe.

Vicki Rox

Adventurer. Storyteller. Hunter of Wonder.

1 Comment
  • Alla
    Reply February 24, 2016 at 6:25 pm

    Adore. So you, my darling russian heart. So you.
    Wrapping you in love and kissing your beautiful face. <3

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