Rand and I stopped in Garmisch for a quick snack at a bakery (because if I say I need a snack, 90% of the time what I mean is “I need a pastry). Upon leaving, I noticed the sign on the restaurant across the way, and went in for a closer look. –
We are sitting in a cafe in Füssen, eating a way-too-sweet (but still delicious) merengata dessert when it happens. The screen on my new camera flashes “memory card full” and then goes to black. I can’t take any more photos. “What the hell?” I yell, and then, for reasons that are still confusing to…
I have a mustache. – I’ve mostly come to terms with this. I’ve had it for the better part of twenty years, and like my weird toe (which we will not be discussing) or my amazing European nose, it is very much a part of me. But every now and then, I get the crazy idea…
This round-up is a day late. My apologies for that. It’s also got quite a few links of a sexual nature. No apologies there because, hey, it’s the weekend. Enjoy. ————— A map illustrating the most popular baseball teams by county. (Apparently nobody cares about Canada.) ————— “‘Wow-sabi?’ Is that like Wasabi, but with added…
I had been to Neuschwanstein once before, in 2005. I went with my parents. Both of them. I do not recommend going anywhere with my parents. I love them both – I really and truly do. Without them, I would not exist, and I am such a huge fan of existing. But good heavens, there…
I’ve learned that certain things which may be considered totally acceptable in one country aren’t okay in another. That customs and cultures don’t necessarily translate. Even the things that we find to be horrifically offensive aren’t universal. Recently, I visited my family in Italy. I got to talking with my cousin, and she explained to…
The first time I saw this thing outside my dad’s house, I sort of snickered. – I remember staring at it, thinking, “Good heavens, that’s just awful. Whatever it is.” And then I pretty much ignored it, except to cast a sideways glance in its direction every time I passed. Now I realize, like nearly…
It’s a little distressful when your favorite restaurant in Munich topples from the pedestal on which you’ve placed it. It’s like when you encounter your first love again, years after the fact. You find that his voice is higher than you remember, or his eyes lack that trademark twinkle, and you start to wonder: did…
I’m home, and trying to fall back into the swing of things. Back into writing. Back into sleeping in my own bed. Back into culling the internet for awesome links. I’m still weirdly jet-lagged (3:00pm nap, anyone?) but I’m getting there. Enjoy. ————— The unexpected octegenarian fashionistas of NYC’s Chinatown. ————— Olivia Waite is a…
