travel blog
Let’s face it: bad shit happens. It can happen whether you’re in your hometown, or 3,000 miles away in a foreign country. Before I went abroad for the first time, my dad’s reaction was priceless. “Mae, I don’t feel comfortable with you going to Rome. Steve had his watch and wallet stolen on a street
We all have some strange tales from our travels. I have a knack for meeting some of the weirdest people in the world, or finding myself in the strangest (and sometimes most uncomfortable) situations ever. From a cabbie in Philly telling me about spending years in jail for gang activity to three men surrounding me
Balkats, you know.. Balkans + cats. The Balkans are crawling with cats, and if you know me well, you know that means that I squealed and chased after them each time I saw one.
Let the controversy begin! I ate whale. Not an entire whale. Not even a whole whale steak. Just one bite. Just enough to taste and to form a “I like this” or “I hate this” opinion.
A couple of years ago my then-boyfriend and I took a trip to Chicago for Memorial Day. While we didn’t go with the intention of turning it into a Chicago food tour, that’s essentially what it ended up being. (Well, that and museum tour.) We knew there were a ton of things we wanted to
I’ve been hesitant about sharing this piece of writing because it’s so personal. It’s also been sitting in my drafts folder since April 30, 2012, which shows you exactly how hesitant I’ve been. In my personal journals, I often write little memories or vignettes about a time or place–something really special or meaningful. Anyway, after
Let me preface this by saying that I didn’t spend a lot of time in Milan, so I don’t have a lot of room to critique, but, it was probably my least favorite stop on my trip.
Today’s Foodie Friday features some of my favorite Italian goodies ever! When I studied abroad in Rome, I fell in love with so many foods we just didn’t have in the US (or maybe we could get them–but they just weren’t as good!).