We planned our trip to St. Pete’s Beach in Florida a solid six months in advance. Five different women in four cities across three states – there was PTO to request, children’s schedules to coordinate, births to plan around – in short, it took a lot for me and four of my best friends from…
Tag: Adventure
Nice is Nice
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….
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…
Castagneto Carducci – the Branson of Italy
After we had hiked our little hearts out, we hopped back on a train and headed to Castagneto Carducci. When I booked the hotel there, it seemed like a quaint little beach town. When we arrived in town, I realized just how little it was. We could not, for the life of us, get a…
Walking the Cinque Trail II – Food Crawl
The last day we were in Cinque Terre, we visited all five towns, by boat, foot and train. We decided to eat our way through the towns, filling ourselves with gelato and beer and pasta and wine and lots of cheese. When we got to Manarola, we found Rick Steves (!!!!)’s favorite gelato place. It…
Walking the Cinque Terre
Once we had spent a few days in Rome, hopping a train to Cinque Terre was next on our Italian To Do list. After a brief struggle of trying to figure out the train table, we made it aboard and rode through the Italian countryside, the farms passing by our windows like a Renaissance museum in fast forward, eventually…
The Vagabond Stomach 