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.
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”
After all the ear-piercing emergency alerts and subway shutdowns and class cancellations, Juno never hit us. We woke on Tuesday morning expecting to see white white white outside the windows, but there was only the young, friendly Russian courier wearing his regular parka and boots, shoveling out the last inch of slush from the cement front patio of Tom’s building. Beyond that, there were a few greying snowbanks and more slush. Continue reading “Travelogue: A Snow Day in Takayama, Japan (#SnowBigDeal)”
We planned very little to do in Paris except eat and drink. Ducks confit and magritte, wine, pastries, chocolate, steaks and more pastries. More wine. The occasional sliced fruit or glazed berry that came glistening atop whatever tarts caught my eye. It was Paris. Even if we died from heart attacks, they would be the most delicious heart attacks in the world. Continue reading “Travelogue: Before Christmas, In Paris”
I remember the contents of Tom’s small, mini-bar sized fridge because I took a photo.
Everything was moldy except for the bread, Thai leftovers and condiments.
Continue reading “An Awkward Encounter in London”