Run, Neon Tiger, There’s a Price on Your Head… and Other Words of Wisdom from the Road

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,…

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…

Here’s a little something of absolutely no importance. I do this to people all the time. I finally got got by it. This is the result.

This is why we don’t plan our travel too far in advance. We are simply not a planning people. We tried to plan on saving money in Sevilla for the summer, so we could do our crazy spending in November and December, but (as you might recall from my previous post) that worked out for approximately…

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…

Eastern Europe is a land of hard sells. In my experience. Wouldn’t want to be accused of trying to stereotype an entire region. But, seriously, it is. In Athens, this was relegated mainly to restaurants, though there was one particularly humorous exchange with a cab driver who was convinced he knew where I wanted to…