There’s this scene in Eat, Pray, Love that has always resonated with me. I used to have this appetite for food, for my life, and now it’s just gone. I want to go some place where I can marvel at something. Language. Gelato. Spaghetti. Something. And then she books a flight to Florence and begins Read more
We have a formula for sea days that works well for us. We wake up, we grab breakfast (or coffee), we lay out at the pool, we brunch, we shower, we play trivia, we do tea, we nap, we get ready for dinner, we see a show, we go to the bar or the shops Read more
When we were planning this trip, the most exciting thing for me wasn’t the ports we’d be visiting or the things we’d see or all the things we could buy. ((But, real talk, those things were exciting. The excitement over the places we’d go, the things we’d buy and getting to share my love of Read more
These trip journals usually start the same way. Work was busy, the trip just snuck up on me. Not with this one. Not this time. The time leading up to this trip passed by in slow, languid motion, each day that dragged on bringing us one step closer to our first steps onto the Carnival Read more
We’ve been home for just under a week, and needless to say, nothing we make at home lives up to all of the food we had in Europe! And I’m not just talking about in port — the menus offered onboard the Carnival Horizon were unlike any other Carnival cruise we’d ever been on. Whether Read more
