Thursday, December 13, 2012
Yet, even with my distate for all things Xmas-y, I saw no reason to skip Bucharest's tree lighting ceremony. It kicked off the start of their xmas market, which like most European xmas markets, has a certain old timey charm to it. There are always arts and crafts to be purchased, dangerously unhealthy and delicious fair foods to be sampled and the steady flow of hot spiced wines to be imbibed.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
I realize it is highly unlikely that any of you are reading this right now, but on the very off chance that you have somehow inadvertently ended up here, I believe I owe you an apology. Please believe that when I asked the crew if we had already passed George Clooney's house, I did so only so that we could stop guessing in vain. Also, please take it on faith, that when I asked them to point it out when we did pass by, I was at best hoping for an announcement. I had to way of anticipating that we would end up doing aquatic donuts in front of the man's house. Trust me that it was not my intention to divert the express ferry so that we could have additional gawking time. Likewise, I did not foresee that my friend would take upon herself to dramatically and repeatedly pantomime flashing her breasts in the direction of said home (although her declaration on the train ride from Milan stating that if she saw Clooney, she was going to show her tits should have clued me in). I guess I should apologize to the small and somewhat frightened children for that one.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Therefore,when I found out that I would be visiting for a couple of days, I wasn't exactly disappointed- it is Italy, after all- but I was not exactly thrilled, either. Granted, I was going via a different carrier and therefore was not going to be subjected to their national airline's DMV level of service, but the lingering resentment over my past Milan experiences, brief as they were, prevented me from doing my usual level of pre-trip planning. I figured I would just show up and do what normal people refer to as "winging it."
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Instead of waxing nostalgic about the wonderful times I have had during these visits or struggling through a thesaurus finding synonyms for the words "lavish" and "exotic", I think I should just let the pictures speak for themselves.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
I will admit that it has been a source of shame for me that these wetlands that sit less than an hour from my front door, this national park that I would have visited had it been anywhere else, had heretofore gone unexplored. So imagine my delight when I opened my email and found the following offer: $27 for a three hour Everglades tour ($55 value). And best of all, I did not even have to undertake the one hour drive since the package included transportation from Bayside Marketplace, just a few blocks from home.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
I considered taking Dutch lessons but- no offense to the kind people of Holland- that language is nothing short of an auditory assault. It is so bad that it makes German sound lyrical. There is a part of me that is ashamed of the fact that I have now spent the equivalent of 14 months living in the country without learning the language. To be fair, I have reached the point where I can engage in very basic niceties, read a menu or tell off a bicyclist with some adeptness but, sadly, I have not pushed myself to progress beyond that. And this summer did nothing to change that. Sorry. Het is een lelijke taal.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
With four days off, I flew to Kiev, expecting a couple of pretty Orthodox churches, lots of varenyky (Ukrainian raviolis stuffed with potato), a profusion of cyrillic and some general seediness. I found three out of the four.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Although Puerto Rico is a scant two hour flight from Miami, I had previously never had a chance to fully explore this Caribbean island. Joined by four of the funnest people you could ever travel with, Ivon, Jorge, Lily and Israel, I was able to right this egregious wrong.
Monday, May 14, 2012
But this does not mean I have become a sedentary being. Far from it. Another reason for my absence, has been a hectically busy work schedule, one that has taken me on a number of journeys to places both new and familiar. Among those stops, way back in May, was an extended stay in one of those familiar places, Kaiserslautern.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Where Salem distinguished itself was by giving itself fully up to religious lunacy in 1692. This was not just the usual topical, fire and brimstone variety of god-inspired cray-cray. The Salemites went all out. In the midst of an perennially-feuding village, a new minister who had the questionable distinction of having failed at all prior vocational endeavors, managed to unite everyone in a massive game of "Find the Witch".
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Some googling led me to a place I think I may have visited as a child, but since clearly I don’t have a whole lot of recall on the matter, I decided to treat it as something new. It was in this quest for novelty that I planned an outing to the La Brea Tar Pits.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
I, myself, am intimately familiar with the rushed visit. Oftentimes, through a confluence of unfortunate circumstances, I have extremely short stays in places that are worthy of much closer inspection. For a perfect example of this annoying phenomena, I only need to look back to the beginning of this month, when I spent a whopping 16 hours on the unspoiled island of Kauai.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
And speaking of flesh eaters, I mentioned to Olly, our tour leader, that once again I had not heard any lions during the night. I had, however, heard baboons left and right with their deep, guttural grunts sounding as if they were coming from pretty close by. Olly let me do my best baboon grunt impersonation a couple of times before explaining to me that baboons make no such noise. Those were, in fact, lions. I, the viewer of many MGM films, disputed this assertion and even threw in some inspired roaring noises by way of persuasive argument. Well, it turns out that those impressive roars are only one note in the lion repertoire, used mainly to express agression. The grunting I'd been hearing for two nights is the noise they make to communicate with each other. Judging by their proximity, I think they may have been talking about us.