We’d been talking about visiting The Cloisters for a long time. But it’s one of those things – like its sister, The Met – that you feel you can put off until the day before you move away from New York because it’s not like it’s going anywhere. Continue reading “Not Church, But Close: A Winter Sunday at the Met Cloisters”
Way back in the spring, Tom and I were both job hunting and he promised me that once he got a new job, he’d take me to Italy. It sounded like a great idea at the time, because shortly after, I got a new job breaking down boxes, which wasn’t great but meant I wasn’t a total bum and two weeks after that, Tom got a new job too. We were both like, “Yeah! New jobs! Let’s go to Italy!” Continue reading “An American Bum in Tuscany”
The point of our last trip to London was not actually, to waste three perfectly good days, but to attend the wedding of two friends who met at a wedding back in the States. At the time, the groom lived in London and the bride in New York, and so began a whirlwind, short long-distance romance. Does that make sense? Anyway, when you know you know and soon they were engaged. Continue reading “A Proper London Wedding”
If you’re the type of traveler who gets to a place and hits the ground running with a checklist of things to see and do, we are probably not a great resource. Continue reading “How to Waste 3 Perfectly Good Days in London”
In Italy, just before sunset on the Manarola coast, Tom and I met a young American woman on her honeymoon. Continue reading “What Does it Mean to be “Cultured?” Are you?”
Though we are back in New York, this week’s thoughts will be carried over from last week, when we were in Italy. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Italy”
In high school my friend Victor once told me about running into a classmate during his summer vacation. In Belgium. In a chocolate shop.
Continue reading “Awkward Italy: In Cinque Terre, I Ran Into a Guy I Dated”
Thom doesn’t think I should blog on vacation, but I reminded him that recording his thoughts and delivering them to everyone was important work. Like an unpaid internship. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on London”
The last time I in Philadelphia was in 2010. I met my mom and aunt there before we rented a PT Cruiser and drove to State College to attend my brother’s graduation from Penn State’s MBA program. Continue reading “Five Years Later, Back In Philly for a Day”
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Greetings from a Starbucks in Charlottesville, Virginia, where yesterday I saw my first college basketball game: UVA Wahoos vs. Virginia Tech Hokies. UVA won. I’ve never seen such a united display of school spirit, even though it seemed my classmates had plenty of it. I just didn’t. I also never paid attention nor participated in any sporting events aside from badminton. Though I did go to one football game at Berkeley (vs. Oregon) and sat on the wrong side. In a sea of folks dressed in forest green I said very loudly, “What color are we?” Continue reading “The Sunday Seven: Unemployment”
VERY HIGHBROW 