Tongue, cartoon buildings, and short-shorts.

I never imagined I would eat tongue. I had heard of the dish, but… Though the taste was undeniably delicious, there was something about its chewy texture…The thought, “This is tongue,” entered my brain as I swallowed. I felt like a trooper. We were having dinner at Sugarcane in Midtown. Sugarcane appeared on my internet search for interesting restaurants in Miami. As soon as I saw the beautiful pictures of cocktails and exotic looking dishes, I made plans to go there Sunday night. We were celebrating a very toned down version of a bachelor party, and Sugarcane had a great atmosphere. They have … Continue reading Tongue, cartoon buildings, and short-shorts.

I was not seeing New York; I was diluting in it.

Sometimes we travel not just for the thrill and adventure. Sometimes we travel just to see someone we love, or to run away from that which we do not love. Sometimes we travel in search of something new, maybe even specific. Generally, I travel to get absurdly lost in unknown sidewalks, losing my sense of time in a state of wonder.  There was something different about this particular trip. I was traveling straight to heartbreak. This is where I give you a friendly heads up regarding this entry. Sure, it does not have my usual uplifting, optimistic tone (as it’s become a blogging habit for me), … Continue reading I was not seeing New York; I was diluting in it.

Sometimes it’s ok to miss the bus.

     “Everything is going to work out,” I assured my best friend as she kept accidentally bumping into the most handsome man I saw in London. Obviously, my traveled road has been a little more than bumpy. We had left the hostel with enough time to make it to the bus station, where we would be taken to the West side of the country for a day trip in Stonehenge and Bath. There was a 15 or 20 minute underground delay in Earl’s Court. We stood in the wagon, trying not to panic in front of this gorgeous business … Continue reading Sometimes it’s ok to miss the bus.

Paris is a broken heart.

“We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught – Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley, To A Skylark (1820) This was Paris. In a surprising, burning heat (that even more surprisingly became a cold wind in the shade), we were not sure whether we should be taking clothes off or putting more layers on. We passed the masses, crossed a bridge, and found the booth for the 1 hour cruise on the Seine…But before…we snacked on French Fries 🙂 We sat on … Continue reading Paris is a broken heart.