Guadalajara, Two Pueblos.

It seems a little nuts that it’s already September. But the proof is in the trees already changing colors and the nights that need blankets and a quick shiver before crawling into bed. Plus all the Virgo birthdays! This past weekend was the first one where I didn’t have urgent deadlines, so the bae and…

No Travel Now, So Food.

Random story: I’m planning date night for this weekend and have on the menu zucchini bread with ice cream. Finishing up my afternoon tea, I’m scrolling through the Cooking part of Apple News and suddenly spot an article comparing the 4 most popular zucchini bread recipes online. 😮😲🤭 I’m reading the article, and one of…

Provence, (Marseille) Day 1

On the road, I wake up early. Not sure why, it’s just a thing that happens. My eyes open at 5 something and I can’t go back to sleep. I was so excited that the bakery a few steps from our Airbnb opened at six. I got dressed and brushed my teeth extra slow to…

I’m here, I’m queer, I’m (writing) in Madrid!

Originally posted on Women and Words:
Well, I’ve done it. I’m here in Madrid and making a go of it. So far, the city has been an incredible mixture of Oh-My-God-Hot during the day and “where’s my sweater, dammit?” in the evenings and early mornings. I kind of love it. I get all the comforts…

Best of 2018, My Version

Among all that foolishness out there in the world, I was determined to find some good things about the past year. Which is why I’ve made a list of some of my personal bests of 2018.

Tasting Spain – Part Two (Down in the Deltebre)

An unexpected trip to southeastern Spain (at least that’s what I’m calling it) ended with the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had in my mouth on purpose. Sea nettles done paella style in rice. In the Deltebre, I thought I’d be adventurous and try a dish specific to the area. Something with rice. At this…

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…