I dreamt last night of Rome. Cobble stones scattering tattered handkerchiefs of shadows through streets. Rubber strands of pasta wound like tourniquets on my fork. Explosions of pigeon wings as…
Tag: <span>travel</span>
Back in 2008, Big Friend and I indulged in that ultimate luxury of vacations pre-baby: the Babymoon. Seriously, whoever came up with this whole Babymoon concept, Bless You! Since I’m…
I’ve taken my last morning beach walk of the week. Today’s tally? Three baby horseshoe crab shells, two gaping fish heads, one spiny sea urchin, scads of tinkling cockle shells.…
This is a cool place. I mean cool. The type of place where I survey the other diners and feel itchy in my clothes because I’m not clad in well-worn…
I have a confession to make: I’m taking the easy way out with today’s post. I’m stealing some memories from my France 2006 travel journal rather than writing brand new…
Big Friend, Little Friend, and I celebrated the Fourth in a typically American way: eating traditional Iranian sandwiches. Actually, for a couple of hours this morning, I was planning on…