It takes a lot of time to say less than you want to! But the painful pruning of my loquacious tendencies is done, and the debut of the proper site for my Romania… Continue reading
Did anyone else feel like 2020 was a big, ominously wet, downright stinky blanket that landed on our lives and smothered the sparks that otherwise would have turned into “I did this cool… Continue reading
Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! I’ve been revamping the Romania tour for better covid safety, and in preparation to a formal launch on the affiliated website, and would like to share a preview of… Continue reading
One can’t help but wonder if the age of big bus tours is over. Fifty eight people packed into a coach, going together to the postcard sites and commission-paying shops for two weeks?… Continue reading
My eyes read headlines through layers of experiences not my own. Other places can teach us crucial lessons, and then travel there can make those lessons all the more accessible and compelling. So… Continue reading
Mornings on the Campeche coast were a space of growing golden light and sea breezes in from the Gulf of Mexico. Both would drift through the wide open windows, which reached nearly from… Continue reading
Thank goodness for the dog. My couchsurfing host in Vitoria, in the Spanish Basque country, was taking a class on medieval iconography whose final field trip was the next day, and she wanted… Continue reading
If the walls of your average hotel room could talk…I don’t think I’d ask. But the walls of Suceava Citadel, on the other hand? They would have some stories to tell. Also called… Continue reading
He was the best of figures, he was the worst of figures. Vlad Dracul the Impaler, illustrative figure from Romanian history, and Hollywood cliche. The man himself deserves another post, but where do… Continue reading
Do you know that feeling, at the end of a great, but exhausting day abroad, when you’re deeply excited to be in a new place…but in your heart of hearts, what you want… Continue reading
The sun was shining and the ice cream in my hand was melting at just the right rate when I settled onto a bench in Sibiu’s central square, the Piata Mare. Following typical… Continue reading
