So the cabin door slammed behind us. It was midday, it was fine. We collapsed onto our respective beds, me a king in the air in front of the 46″ flat screen embedded into the wall; her a twin trundle on the floor by the balcony facing Italian islands our […]
It was about a mile. Maybe a skosh more from the famous Long Room Of The Old Library At Trinity College in Dublin. Even with a Thanksgiving weekend chill in the air, this was not an unreasonable distance to cover on foot. I marched out in front of my troupe, […]
No one here tonight likely knows what the rusted Kellogg’s vending machine would have sold many years ago, but from outward appearances the still sunshine yellow M&M ice cream dispenser could pass for a functioning source of frozen treats to this day. Both are tucked away, along with at least […]
We dream about these things — the moment we’ll first hold our babies snug in shaky yet sturdy arms, their first words/steps/soccer matches/graduations/and on and on. We also dream in technicolor about the moment we along with our children will first gaze out upon the sunken depths of Earth at […]
There are many reasons to pack your bags, to triple check that your daughter actually packed any underwear (she didn’t), to make sure the iPad is fully charged for the long flight (it’s not), to splurge on the plane tickets without a connecting flight, to travel to foreign places with […]
Bosnia & Herzegovina sure does seem like a lovely place. There’s all that medieval stone, more than a smattering of terracotta roof, and copious amounts of undulating green and blue. Nature, yo. Yeah, I’ve been gettin’ my Google Image search on. For as lovely as Bosnia & Herzegovina seems to […]
Convincing young people to sit on a ferry for 90 minutes in order to walk for 4 hours is made easy with gelato, Vespas that glitter in the warm sun of early spring, feral cats a plently, flower boxes for days, stores selling unusual trinkets and Miraculous Ladybug toys we […]
Slurping down a pair of oysters, ordering a side of sauteed mushrooms, and cutting through the blow-torched golden brown top crust of an elegant crème brûlée; my own foodie evolution from last month, from a glorious week spent cruising the Med on the glistening Carnival Horizon, was not insignificant. However […]
