I have to tell you something. I’m an absolute sucker for weddings. I basically turn into a squealing frenzy of crazy every time we find out we’re actually able to make it to a friend’s nuptials. It probably doesn’t take very much explaining to understand why. If I got an email from a wedding,…
I’m sitting here in a chilly, air-conditioned San Diego hotel room, thinking about home. I haven’t quite figured out how I’m going to get back there. In two days, I’m supposed to fly to Seattle out of Los Angeles. I have made exactly zero plans to get to Los Angeles in order to catch said…
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Sunrise in Amalfi, 6:00am: Randrise in Amalfi, 6:15am:
Positano. Teal door. Brown eyes. Handlebar mustache.
Sigh. Yes. Another kissy face photo. Why? Because I’m leaving for Cambodia on Friday, and I won’t see him for nearly three weeks. Because it’s one of my favorite pictures from our trip, and I forgot to include it in my photo round-up of Ravello. Because my eyeliner looks really, really good (and let’s face…
The evening after you get back from Ravello, and your cab driver has just ripped you off to the tune of 20 euros, you will not feel much like spending more money on a lavish dinner. Besides, your lunch was lovely and late, and you aren’t particularly hungry. On that evening, is it perfectly acceptable…
I may have given you the impression that the only thing to see in Ravello is the Villa Rufolo. And that’s not entirely right. Sure, the Villa is the full-sized Reese’s peanut butter cup in your Halloween bag: hands down the best thing in there. But if you look around a little, you’ll find a…
“I have to run to the bathroom. Here, hold my camera.” “Okay.” “Wait, why are you smiling?” “Huh? No reason.”
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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