– We did not know what Huaca Pucllana was before we got there. That was one of the nice parts about Peru – on many days wandered aimlessly, and without fail, we found something to see. It turned out that Huaca Pucllana is a large collection of ruins in the posh Miraflores district of…
Note: Since my posts are generally too wordy, I decided to see what happened when I made something a little too photo-y. Enjoy. – One hot summer’s day, seemingly a lifetime ago, when I was in Kansas, we drove and drove. – We drove through a part of the country most people only fly over. We…
History is not always kid-friendly. It lacks happy endings, victorious protagonists and punished villains. It’s not really something we have the grounds to complain about. History wasn’t created by a bunch of underpaid writers in the basement of a Hollywood studio. We can’t threaten to boycott Disney until they get the story right. We’re the…
Open some windows, turn on some bright lights, and get ready for the exciting, claustrophobia-inducing conclusion of my trip to the Kansas Underground Salt Museum! And in case you missed it, here’s Part 1. After roaming around and TOTALLY NOT LICKING THE WALLS of the Kansas Underground Salt Museum, Jason and I decided to partake…
Note: This post was shaping up at over 2,000 words, which is just CRAZY PANTS. I think that’s longer than most of my college English homework assignments. As such, I’ve split it into two posts. So you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see if we made it out of the mine alive (spoiler: we…
“We’re taking you to the Keeper of the Plains,” I was told, and there was little elaboration after that. “Okay,” I said. “And the Keeper of the Plains is …?” “You’ll see.” I must hand it to my friends. They know how to create suspense. It turned out to be a 44-foot-tall statue of a…
I love New York. I’ve visited enough times that the magic, really, should have worn off by now. I’ve gotten horribly lost on the subway (I once ended up in Queens), watched someone rip off my cab after I ran half a block to hail it, and had the girl at Zabar’s Cafe let my…
A totally random note from Geraldine: This is the 500th post to appear on my blog. Holy cats. There are few things I’ve done 500 times, folks. I won’t exactly go into WHAT, but there are few things – let’s just leave it at that. Thank you to everyone who helped me get to this milestone…
On a foggy day in Boston, I found myself unsure of what to do, so like any reasonable person, I decided to ask the good people of Twitter. For the record, I do not regularly crowd source my decisions. But since my current travel plans are largely dictated by “wherever I end up after I…
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