I keep a notebook and pen next to my bed, in the event that a brilliant idea may come to me in the middle of the night or as I’m drifting off to sleep. If the ideas are good, they might turn into a blog post. But a lot of the time, they don’t make sense,…
A word of warning to my dear, loyal readers who keep coming back here (presumably because of some sort of court-ordered mandate that I don’t really understand): this entire post is about my lady bits. I’m utterly serious. It is not even remotely about travel. If you come back tomorrow, there might be a post…
We later reasoned that the costumes were probably there for kids, and not for us. The display in the lobby of the Royal Shakespeare Theater didn’t explicitly say this, but it was implied in the wording of the sign which cheerfully implored us to try on the clothing of Shakespeare’s time, punctuated by far too…
I was talking to a friend a while back – she’s someone who has always struck me as effortlessly level-headed and competent. A woman who has, in the common parlance of today, her shit together. Who you’d call to bail you out of jail, because there is no way she’d be stupid enough to get caught…
In England, we stayed in a little town called Wallingford, not far from where our friends were getting married. The village had its own castle, which I’m starting to believe is the European equivalent of a Dairy Queen. Every small town has at least one. It’s where the teenagers hang out when they’re bored and…
When compared to the rich history that all but assaults you when you’re in England, Peveril Castle isn’t that interesting. Built by Henry II in 1176, it was one of England’s earliest Norman fortresses. It would change hands over the years, moving in and out of royal control. By the end of the fourteenth century,…
I’ve been talking a lot to Chad lately, of The Brain Chancery fame, which is always fun. And by “fun” I mean “a really effective way to keep my ego in check.” Because while I walk around thinking I’m a badass because I had one brain surgery, Chad has gone on to have four (he…
Rand and I had intended to come back from England a few days earlier than we actually did. On the morning we were slated to leave, Rand looked at the weather report in Seattle, decided it was too damn hot, and moved our ticket. These are the luxuries that are afforded to the lucky, the…
A brief note of impending awesomeness: for the next few days, I will be rambling, sometimes coherently, sometimes not, about The Princess Bride. But Geraldine, you find yourself saying, isn’t this a travel blog? To which I will reply, enthusiastically, “OF COURSE IT SORT OF IS.” And the payoff, travel-wise, is a rather big…
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