In August we took a ‘dream trip’ to Scandinavia. We call it our dream trip for a few reasons: both … More
I stopped for a last jamon sandwich and churro in the still-light summer night while contemplating the slice of Spain’s culture and history that I’d taken in these past few days.
When we travel someplace where a language barrier exists, I often find that the experience of that place is explained to me by my surroundings. We are guided by the bustle of unspeaking commuters, we’re told how a culture emotes by their architecture, and learn what they love by what they promote to prominence. Then there’s Paris…
There’s nothing quite like Europe at Christmastime, I’ve decided. After 3.5 years spent mostly in Asia and Africa, with no snowy winters or walkable cities, I was craving European charm.