Sign #642 that you’re not a winter person: Every time a snowstorm hits, you instantly think of warmer times. Of sunset bike rides, picnics in the park, island getaways, sunburnt naps on the beach, tanktops and flip flops.
I’m always deliberate in telling people that the walk from my apartment to the Graham Ave subway stop takes 12 minutes. Exaggerating to 15 is a surefire way of ensuring that no one will ever visit me in my little Brooklyn nook, while rounding down to 10 just doesn’t do this long-drawn walk justice.
I’m allowed to flash back to a place I’ve been to within the past year, right? Or is that too soon?
I wanted to give Kathmandu a little love, since I never really wrote much about it.
As announced in my last post, I recently booked a cheap flight to Cartagena and will be spending 8 full days next month traipsing around the Colombian coastline. South America was never in my immediate future travel plans, and to be honest I haven’t spent much time at all thinking about or researching it.
As terrible as it’s been being hit by snowstorms and polar vortexes (vortices?) this winter in NYC, I remind myself that a mere 7 years ago I was trudging uphill through snow just to get to class every day at Cornell University – things could be way worse.
I distinctly remember sitting in a shuttle bus outside Sydney Airport about to commence my semester abroad in Australia, gazing up at the palm trees lining the parking lot, when I made a decision: I would extend my stay and live in Sydney for a full year.
Towards the end of my 5 week backpacking trip through Italy in 2007, I did some trekking in the northwest and then high tailed it to the border of France. As tempting as it was to cross into another country, I decided to save France for another trip.
The city of London has enough sightseeing, dining, and shopping opportunities to fill an entire visit, that’s for sure. But if you want a break from museum hopping and spending absurd amounts of money, consider a change of scenery for an afternoon and head out to Greenwich.
There’s just ONE country I’ve visited that I’ve been holding off on posting about. Austria holds the honor of being the first foreign country I ever traveled to, on The Trip That Started It All (all of this, that is).
2013 was a banner year for me in terms of travel. I spent just under half of the year traveling abroad, what with my 5 months in Asia (aka the impetus behind this here blog), brief stint in London, and quick jaunt to Montreal.