One bag, three countries, and a thousand things to see and do and eat!
In five days I’m going to begin one of the most amazing trips ever! No, really. I’m not kidding. From New York, I’ll be flying to Toronto to have lunch with Chris, flying out that afternoon with...
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Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam I’ve arrived! You know when there’s an announcement over the PA system in the airport saying it’s the last call for someone to board a flight? I always wondered how...
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Me, Div and Priya enjoying wine, cheese and croissants along one of the city canals Last night, our Canadian media group was sitting at Jamie Oliver’s Restaurant Fifteen in Amsterdam having the same...
View ArticleDon’t tour Amsterdam
1.5 Euro beef croquette machine. And yes, it was delicious. It’s still pouring outside and I was a little too optimistic when I packed my suitcase with only summer shorts and dresses. As I sit here in...
View ArticleAmsterdam weeps for no one
Weeper's Tower There is a small tower that sits on the edge of Amsterdam called the Schreierstoren where young 15th century women would wave farewell to their lovers and hope that they would return one...
View ArticleWe didn’t end up in Paris
View from my room in Montmartre After we left Amsterdam on Tuesday, I had expected that we would arrive in Paris. But we didn’t visit Paris at all until Wednesday. Instead, we explored the district of...
View ArticleExposing preconceptions
Paris from the ground up I was never one to Ooh and Ahh about Paris. In my mind, Paris was a beautifully jaded woman that was already the subject of excessive adoration and needed none of mine. It...
View ArticleTwo mosquitoes and an ostrich
Five-leaf clover The four-leaf clover still eludes me. I have however found five-leaf clovers so I figure that’s supposed to mean my luck is never just good luck, but rather some super awesome strain...
View ArticleNew York killed my backspace button
Philly Magic Gardens My brightly painted gold nails have been busying themselves on my keyboard – the right fourth finger working harder than the rest as it pounds on ‘Backspace’ like a cheap piece of...
View ArticleThe solitude of the soul
The Solitude of the Soul – Loredo Taft I found myself observing the city of Chicago a couple of weekends ago. I still couldn’t tell you why I went. The only reason I can think of is that I bought a...
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