I have a bachelor’s degree in Art History. Yes, I spent five years of my life, memorizing slides, monotonous dates, and the varying shades of Burnt Siena.… Read more “Praha: Fare the Well my Beloved Europe.”
Final Destination (almost): Budapest
Having strayed numerous times from my original itinerary, I was near certain I would have to cut Budapest from my list of Eastern European must-sees, as the… Read more “Final Destination (almost): Budapest”
Croatia: Poor Man’s Greece.
I realized about 3 seconds ago, as I was typing the title of this post, that the name, ‘Croatia’ is made up of 60 percent vowels. This… Read more “Croatia: Poor Man’s Greece.”
Buon Appetito! A beginners guide to dining in Italy
You didn’t think I would leave Italy without writing a drool covered memoir about food, did you? I actually had to wait a few days to type… Read more “Buon Appetito! A beginners guide to dining in Italy”
The Heart of Tuscany: Italy changes my soul again.
Tuscany is exactly what you imagine. Exactly. It’s not like Disney world when you expect to meet a giggling Mickey Mouse, but instead get hugs from a… Read more “The Heart of Tuscany: Italy changes my soul again.”
Hiking Cinque Terre: 5 towns, 4 million steps and two buns of solid steel.
Did you ever read the book, Paths of Glory? The one about the first man to climb Everest? Calm down everyone… I’m not comparing myself to the… Read more “Hiking Cinque Terre: 5 towns, 4 million steps and two buns of solid steel.”
Italy: The Georgia of Europe.
Sorry ya’ll!… I know it’s been several days since I’ve posted anything, and you’ve all been eager to read about Italy and my alfredo covered life for… Read more “Italy: The Georgia of Europe.”
I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride
Remember that train I missed in Granada, due to an over flexible right arm and undeniable patriotism? Well if I hadn’t missed that train, I never would… Read more “I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride”
The hunt for a mustached madman.
I know I’m always ranting about missing trains, getting lost, or finding myself abandoned in a city for an extra night, but I will admit that… Read more “The hunt for a mustached madman.”
Granada: You see your gypsy… (I can´t fight the urge to sing Fleetwood Mac)
Granada is a place of magic. Plain and simple. I wasn´t even planning to visit the famous Pomegranate city until I met a few Canadians who claimed… Read more “Granada: You see your gypsy… (I can´t fight the urge to sing Fleetwood Mac)”