travel blog
As my 30th birthday loomed, I knew that I wanted to do something kind of special for it. It was my entrance into spinsterhood—a life destined to be lead in solitude—one in which I’d acquire a lot of cats without realizing it, and spend my days eating lean cuisines, sitting in a La-Z boy, and
Schwartz’s Deli, a Montreal institution, was opened in 1928 by a Jewish immigrant from Romania. The deli specializes in smoked meat sandwiches, typically served on rye bread with yellow mustard. I visited this landmark deli when I spent a long weekend in Montreal to celebrate my birthday in mid-December. Typically, the line is out the door
Venice is one of those cities that it seems people either love or hate–there isn’t much in between. And after just 24 hours in Venice, I totally fall in the “love” camp.
It’s almost the new year, and while I look forward to the adventures and self-discovery that 2014 will bring, I think it’s also a good time to reflect back on 2013. I can’t say that 2013 was an especially good year for me, all things considered. The first six or so months were some of
I did exactly what you’re not supposed to do: I booked a trip to Iceland for the sole purpose of chasing down the Northern Lights. The fact that I was going to Iceland was sort of superfluous—of course I love the country (as you already know—I’ve written about it to the point of exhaustion). But
Last week I visited Montreal for the first time to celebrate my birthday (more on this later) where I ended up eating my weight in delicious foods. But, probably the best thing I tasted was the latest craze in Montreal–the cronut. This awesome pastry is a concoction of a croissant and donut, and is kind
“In Italy, we drink to eat. In other countries, they drink to get drunk,” says Alessandro, one of the founding brothers of Altavita winery, as he pours us each a glass of red wine to complement the perfectly prepared meal laid out in front of us on a warm afternoon at Rocca Malatestiana in Cesena, Italy.
Well, my first three months of travel are over! And as you read this, I am en route back to the States, where I will spend just over a month catching my breath, hopefully making some money, seeing my friends and family, and kissing the shit out of my dog. But don’t worry–I’ll also be