Sighisoara Dreams
Never judge a city by its train station neighborhood. They tend to be grimy, cracked, and carry a certain energy that makes you want to put your hand on your wallet and leave… Continue reading
Never judge a city by its train station neighborhood. They tend to be grimy, cracked, and carry a certain energy that makes you want to put your hand on your wallet and leave… Continue reading
When I stumbled on an unexpected open-air museum in Bucovina, Romania, the clear thing to do was say “one ticket, varog (please).” That done, I stepped through the turnstile and into the 1800s.… Continue reading
The best travel experiences are when you encounter something unexpected and wonderful, whether it be a plate of food, historical figure, or other aspect of a vibrant culture. Or sometimes, when you’re really… Continue reading
Mixed in among the customary snow globes and magnet of the souvenir shops was a selection of more unusual items. Carpets, sauce pots, and a weirdly wide array of knives caught my eye.… Continue reading
When Pulp Fiction informed me that people in Amsterdam put mayonnaise on their fries, I was cooperatively grossed out. Mayo was an acceptable ingredient for way down the ingredients list, but it should… Continue reading
It is not the symbol anyone in Bucharest would choose for their city, but the massive Palace of Parliament lands in every visitor’s awareness like a walrus in the penguin exhibit. Conceived by… Continue reading
It’s been true for a year and a half now, but I had never felt it as acutely as I did on the flight from Amsterdam to Bucharest: this is a very awkward… Continue reading
I wanted so badly to post something worthy about what’s going on in my city, my nation, my soul, our countries. I started three different posts last week. But part of this is… Continue reading
The restaurant seemed to be staffed entirely with 18 year olds, but how often do you get to eat at “Let Your Mouth Dance”? We went in. The impressively earnest hostess showed us… Continue reading
Today I would have taken my group to “mad” (entirely sane) King Ludwig’s fairytale Neuschwanstein Castle. Folks invariably enjoy it, albeit amazed at the tourist swam. Afterward, we sit down to a picnic… Continue reading