From Gatwick we caught a flight to Nice – also on the back of the plane in the “toilet seats.” This was my first time to France, but I just feeeeeeeel French. I have no good reason to, but I just feel it in my bones. Maybe it’s my laissez-faire attitude at combing my hair….
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St. Augustine: Holy Seafood!
You know what’s great? Having a giggling, smiling, babbling six month old baby. You know what’s even better? Leaving that baby with your parents and going to Florida for a three-day weekend! For the President’s Day holiday, we hopped a flight to Orlando and made our way up the East Coast two hours to St….
36 hours in Montreal
I almost titled this post “Poutine on the Ritz in Montreal” because I’m a goddamn genius, but I wasn’t sure how many people had been introduced to the incredible, edible cheesecurds/gravy/meat/fries party-in-your-mouth that is poutine. Over Labor Day, my man friend told me that we were going on a trip. Somewhere. And to bring my…
Santorini – a Moussaka-filled Heaven on Earth
After Italy, my SIL and I parted ways and I met my man friend in Rome and hopped a late night flight to Santorini. This was my second time to the island – eight years earlier I had gone with college roommate and her boyfriend after college (international third wheel!) It was by far the best…
Greek Islands: Sunsets and Souvlaki
The second half of our Santorini trip was spent in Kamari beach. Our days were spent scooting around the island, lounging at the pool and hiking up to the old ruins. One night we walked along the beach, looking for dinner. Right off the main drag was abeautiful little restaurant that served cold beers, hot…
Under the table in Florence
After spending the night in Castagneto Carducci, we hopped the first morning train for Florence. During the hour ride, we sat next to some lovely Canadians, whom we chatted with about what would happen if you didn’t have a ticket and got caught – did they kick you off? Well, as luck would have it – and…
The Vagabond Stomach 