Lifestyle. Melanin. Me: Off the Beaten Path.
Mild and hilarious. One late afternoon, a few steps away from the London Eye, I gazed at up at the structure. Me: Is it a Ferris wheel? My English Hostess: Of course not. Me: Well, it's round, right? And moves around in a circle? MEH: Well, yes. Me: Doesn't that make it a …
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Public transportation is the lifeblood of city life in London. The London Underground (aka The Tube), buses--I experienced them all while in the city, and quite extensively, as my friend that hosted me doesn't own a car. So from the moment I landed at Heathrow Airport to the moment I went back to Heathrow to …
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I visited this park in the city of Trier, Germany, and felt as if I was dreaming of an idyll. But it was very real, and it was beautiful.
So there are places in the international world that I'm intrigued by but haven't really sat down and considered the logistics of going there. Fiji. Galapagos. Greenland. Iceland. Oh, wait. I'm in Iceland as we speak. En route to Frankfurt, we stopped in Reykjavik for my layover. We disembarked and entered some of the coldest …
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...I'm going to Europe. I greet October with a calm demeanor that belies the bubbling brew of excitement I hold underneath as this trip begins. I'm at the airport and very much trying not to squeal. And it's also Blogtober Redux! I don't know what to do with myself. Onwards and upwards, y'all.
As we embark on a brand new October starting tomorrow, I'd like to officially announce the return of Project Blogtober! You remember last year's endeavor to blog every day during my favorite month, and my promise that I would do it again this year. Well, we're doing it again! Here's to blogging every day and enjoying …
...This petite Parisienne is killing it, all with a croissant in her tiny, stylish hand. C'est bien, petit. C'est bien.
Thank ya, Mama, for genes that make me look 21 years old. I don't want to return to 21, but it sure is nice to look it. (This photo was snapped by my good friend and talented photographer during a trip to NYC a few weeks ago. That's her IG handle. Check out her …
In 2001, I had a nervous breakdown. No need to sugarcoat it. I lost it. I was 22 years old, a receiver of news that changed my entire life--I couldn't breathe. I was wild-eyed and crazed. All that said, while sitting placidly at work one day, I went on a travel site and booked a …
Follow along... An apartment there. A mailbox there. A rendezvous at 10:30 (10 h 30) in front of that door. After which we enjoy our petit déjeuner at that cafe. And then continue eating there. There, too. Naturally, we’ll need to take une marche after all that food… During which we’ll find ourselves there. With …
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This Square Peg. 