My Initial Impression of Omaha

Remember that time I went to Italy and it took me five months to write about it? The funny part is I saved Italy for last because, though I know it’s cliche, Italy was, in fact, the place that grabbed me most. Sixteen-euro, thimble-sized Hemingway Bellinis, authentic food at establishments that may or may not…

I earned an enemy in Spain. I’m not sure how. It was our first full day in the country, and we spent it in Barcelona. On the return trip on the train, things were going swimmingly. We were in an end row, back to the door corridor, and there was a woman sitting in front of…

A single post about my travels, and I’ve already pissed off a German. My favorite part of said German’s reaction was this – “You are a dumb ass brat who doesnt understand art, culture and history as you claim in your about page.” – because I claim no such thing on my About page. Apparently,…

Do not be fooled. The ride from Huntington, West Virginia to Syracuse, Meigs County, OH does NOT follow the Dueling Banjo route. There is no such thing as the Dueling Banjo route, and just because that particular tune plays repetitively in your head from the time you get off the interstate until the time you…

What happened was this. We had Bonnie Raitt tickets for San Diego and planned to spend a few days soaking up good tunes and Vitamin D, while partaking of the perfecto teas at The Tea Pavilion in Balboa Park. Then, Turkish Airlines went crazy let’s-break-into-the-U.S.-market fire sale, offered ridiculous roundtrip prices, and I was given…