Bucharest, not Budapest

So my BFF (and travel partner) and I have been running around Romania this month. Last week was Bucharest – where Michael Jackson apparently made the faux pas of enthusiastically shouting “Hello, Budapest!” to thousands of gathered fans. Sadly, it appears to be a common mistake. Admittedly, before coming here, I did want to visit…

Flush like a Venetian

Except for during certain urgent moments, we don’t normally find ourselves obsessing about toilets.

Holiday Hate, Holiday Love (and Madrid)

I used to hate Christmas and the holiday season in general. Every time November rolled around and that damn turkey came out, I turned into the Grinch, Grumpy Cat, and Maleficent all rolled into one. Obviously, without the cool outfits. I know the exact reason too. I’m nothing if not aware of my own traumas…

In the evening.

She wanders (wonders) the city at night, not searching. Cobblestones click under her shoes. The sunset fades. Her ears drink up the flood of Spanish, lisping and delicioso, oddly sensual on even the plainest of lips. She’s content with it all—the autumn evening that sinks gentle teeth into her shoulders, the winding streets leading to…

Spain – a little ahead of myself.

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with driving. The love, MY love, is mostly about and for Z. Alice Cooper, my Ice Blue Mini Cooper 2-door Hardtop. She’s sleek and pretty and goes 100 miles an hour without you feeling it. Sitting in her number one seat with the radio blasting, the windows down, the…

Cuba on the Fly

For me, Havana was an interesting mixture of the vibrant now and haunting remnants of a glorious past.

Namibia was incredible…

There isn’t a lot I can say about the country without gushing except I wish I’d spent more time there. The decision to go was a last minute one after a camping trip in South Africa fell through. A hidden blessing. The Namib Desert was amazing! Such beauty stretched out to make me feel both…

Tanzania, Day 1. The Beginning.

The little plane gives a vicious lurch and the guy beside me curses and latches on tight to his pillow. I’ve been silently calling him an asshole for all of the 1.5 hour flight – he kept bumping me without an “excuse me” to be heard – so I feel little sympathy for his burp…

Tanzania, Day 1 (in no particular order)

There’s a stash of menus by the front door of the restaurant, but I’m pretty sure the smiling young man in pressed black pants said that nothing on the official menu is actually available tonight. Instead, smiling wider, he leads me to a display of food and says: “This is the position I will start…

South Africa, for now.

It’s beautiful here. An aching and excruciating beauty I didn’t expect. Not because I didn’t think Africa would be beautiful but because even as I sit in this exquisite place, the realities of its plundered and pillaged people and landscapes are impossible to ignore. Diamonds, gold, land, success, the certain and brilliant success of one’s…

Lazy Jamaican Princess Wanted

“You need to get a job.” This is what a good friend recently said to me. Totally out of the blue. “You need to get out of the house on a regular basis and get some structure in your life,” she went… Source: Lazy Jamaican Princess Wanted

Black/White

Walking through parts of Croatia, Angela and I saw our fair share of confederate flags. The damn thing seemed like it was everywhere. On T-shirts. As giant wall murals. On booty shorts. Each time we saw one, Angela turned to me and said, “Do they even know what that thing represents?”I thought, despite the appearance…