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
The light off of the Passeig de Gracía filtered into the master bedroom of our hotel room through the gauzy curtains. Loud whoops echoed up from the street below of bar patrons crawling home from their bunny bar hops. It was 3:30 in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep. As much as I tried to Read more
We were up bright and early for our first full day in Barcelona, and the wind was absolutely howling outside our balcony window. I guess we brought some of the Windy City with us when we flew in. Sorry, Spain. One of these days, we’ll take a vacation where we, you know, treat it like Read more
