Yesterday afternoon, after a surprisingly productive few days, my brain broke and refused to yield one more word of content. I tried bribing it with promises of a new pair of jeans, but that didn’t work, and so I ate an entire half cobbler, thinking maybe that would do the trick. It did not,…
The Travel Blogging Summit that I attended in D.C. last month was held in the Eisenhower Building, around the corner from the White House, and a formidable structure in its own right: But perhaps more miraculous than its exterior were the spirals inside of it, ones I think I would have missed had it not…
After visiting the Petersen house, and indulging in an absurdly expensive lunch, I headed to the National Mall. It was not, as the name more commonly would suggest, an indoor building filled with retail stores dedicated to all things Americana. Nor did it possess that cornerstone of the suburban retail mall: a group of disaffected teenagers…
I should be perfectly honest here: I didn’t intend to go to visit the home where Lincoln died. I had heard that there was a good hole-in-the-wall breakfast place nearby, and that is where I directed my cab driver to take me.
I feel this is a rather critical piece of information that you should know before visiting D.C.: if you endeavor to take a selfie at the Washington Monument, the task will not be an easy one. From a distance, it is incredibly easy to take some pretty fantastic photos of structure, especially if you are…
I am a sugar fanatic. This should hardly come as a surprise to anyone who’s visited this site at least once (I have a category of posts labeled “Cupcake Death Match“). When the debate between sweet and savory comes up, I scoff, because it’s no contest. When I snack, it’s something sugar-laden, like a bowl of…
… and I’m pretty okay with that. I am conflicted and hopeful. I guess politics will do that to you. I got home last week from my first trip ever to D.C. It was brief, yet felt monumental in all sorts of ways. Perhaps because I was surrounded by monuments. It was my first…
People were surprised that we were heading back to South Africa. Weren’t we just there? It was two years ago, actually. And we’re going back to the same places we visited last time? Yes. Yes, we were.
This is a photo of me and Rand, at the Cape of Good Hope. I like the way the wind picked up my hair. The gusts were so strong, we could barely stand straight. There was a crowd of people waiting to pose with the sign, and we all had to take turns.…
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