I'm leaving on a jet plane... Typically, when vacations end and I'm on a plane about to head back home, I nurse that melancholy, vacay-is-over-back-to-work-help-me feeling. Reason #1,097,012 why I need to quit my job, gain some kind of independent wealth, and just travel the world and write. Anyway, I've decided, as I wait for …
Autumn in Vegas: Chill. (Blogtober #10)
On this, our final full day in Las Vegas, we visited the home of my bestie's niece and enjoyed a hearty dinner with her family. I am full, content, and slightly melancholy at my vacation ending tomorrow. But the end of a vacation means another should come soon, right? Plus, I made a new friend. …
Autumn in Vegas: All of the Lights (And those Fountains) (Blogtober #9)
We made it to the Vegas strip this evening. We saw the amazing lights and the enormous hotels bearing the names of Trump and Caesar. We saw all kinds of sights, saw all kinds of interesting people, and tried very hard to avoid the Chewbacca impersonator who was slinking his way toward us. What clinched …
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Autumn in Vegas: The Grand Canyon (Blogtober #8)
I've been longing to see it since I can remember, since I knew it existed. Today, I gazed at its colorful caves, its seemingly endless, sprawling length, the winding Colorado River at its bottom, its majestic hills, its jutting crags, at the horizon peaking above it. Pictures don't do it justice, no, but they speak …
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Autumn in Vegas: The Hoover Dam. (Blogtober #7)
Breathtaking views. An architectural marvel. The Hoover Dam.
The Paris in Springtime Bias. (Blogtober #4)
Admittedly, I have this bias. Perhaps you have this bias. When I think about Paris--which you're learning is pretty often--I almost always imagine it covered with spring. Trees bearing light pink blossoms that gently blow in the breeze. Couples walking hand in hand along the River Seine, the light air adding a delicate touch to …
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kiss me like you mean it. (no, please don’t.)
When I arrived, I wanted to kiss the ground. Yet, I refrained. Possible hepatitis by way of the ground, even the French kind, is still hepatitis. Anyway. Other places I wanted to kiss, but didn't, because my rabid love of Paris didn't mean I was crazy: I wanted to kiss the triangle things at The …
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Meanwhile, on L’Avenue des Champs-Élysées…
See that grinning girl standing in front of the Arc de Triomphe? C'est moi. One of the best trips of all time. Off all time.
This Square Peg…Loves to Travel.
So, yours truly is a travel bug. I love everything about traveling, from airport eating (i.e., all diets are quickly hurled to the ground and abandoned once your feet touch the terminal floor), to the tons of people-watching I participate in, both at the terminal and wherever I travel. Having just returned from a relaxing …
How to Live like a French Girl.
Courtesy of HelloGiggles. Oui.
This Square Peg. 