Sometimes in this life I find myself somewhere — stepping into new territory either mentally or physically — and it feels as though I’m slowly emerging from a haze of anesthesia. Everything feels cloudy, surreal, like it can’t really be happening. Read the rest of this gem…
“Katie, I’ve never seen my husband–” Maria didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Staffan, her husband, laughed and spit wine all over the table. It was one of those moments — one of those meals — I’ll not soon forget. Read the rest of this gem…
Okay. I’m definitely not a virgin solo traveler, but until a couple of months ago, I was a virgin when it comes to traveling alone anywhere outside of the U.S. Read the rest of this gem…
Tap, tap.
This thing on?
I feel like I need to get something out in the open. Read the rest of this gem…
So it turns out that I’m not a terribly synchronized person. I once described my dancing as a pug trying to swim — all wiggly and uncoordinated and ultimately spinning in circles when I know more should be happening, if I could only get all of my parts to cooperate. Read the rest of this gem…
Destinations: Cleveland, Port Clinton, Kalamazoo, Chicago, Kenosha, Sparta, Menomonie
Well.
I’m back home safe and sound. Did you miss me? I missed you. Read the rest of this gem…
I have a busy month coming up, kids. Read the rest of this gem…
(Psychologists need not respond.) Read the rest of this gem…
I don’t know if you know this about me, but I tend to be a sucker for roadside attractions. Read the rest of this gem…
Sometimes, when you travel — especially when you travel with another person or a small group of people, each with different temperaments and appetites and travel endurance and the amount of sleep they managed the night before — something tends to happen.
Something bad. Read the rest of this gem…