One week in Paris

When I was ten, I presented a speech to my class on Impressionist painter Claude Monet, obviously. I had a book about him and for some reason, being a terribly sentimental kid, was very moved by his story (the part about how he kept painting through blindness; I was a little too young to comprehend… Continue reading One week in Paris

Stopover in … Reykjavik, Iceland

Iceland -- the land of earthquakes, volcanoes, tiny horses, showers that smell like eggs, $25.00 fast food, and the world’s largest Phallological Museum. Our 48-hour-ish stopover in Reykjavik was a mind-bending and wildly confusing experience due to jet-lag, the endless sunlight, and our very strange Airbnb situation (a child’s room in someone’s weird apartment?). Beyond… Continue reading Stopover in … Reykjavik, Iceland

Grand Canyon, AZ

In this episode of people-who-don’t-drive-themselves-anywhere, we travel ten hours by bus through the desert and back to visit the Grand Canyon. Warning: this story may or may not contain poop. At something like 6:30am, we were picked up from the still smoky, still bright and dinging casino lobby of our Vegas hotel and driven out… Continue reading Grand Canyon, AZ

One Day in Havana

Our day in Havana began in the way that most days begin, in the regular touristic sense, with being picked up from our resort in Varadero by a french tour bus, then subsequently spending two hours learning all about a country in a language of which we spoke practically none. While soaking in the rich… Continue reading One Day in Havana