Metro to Lisbon airport to pick up our awaiting chariot in the form of a Fiat Panda that’s about as aerodynamic and agile as a living room with wheels, filled with Oprah clones.
Bones: “When was the last time you drove stick?”
Me: “Three years ago.”
Bones: “Oh boy…” Read more
Trepidations linger upon our arrival at the Rossio station metro smack-dab in the middle of Lisbon. Heard the same question half a dozen or so times before we left: ‘Portugal? What’s in Portugal?’ Read more
Straight from my frosty travel log in Reykjavik:
No Coat, No Problem.
Flight from Columbus to Toronto on affiliate carrier Air Canada on a 1964 prop plane flown by Captain Red Baron – Check Read more
In 2005, I was working as a part-time
actor bartender in NYC, living with my (now ex) fiancé who was the personal assistant to makeup mogul, Trish McEvoy. Maybe you’ve seen Trish’s line; sold at most high-end department/vanity stores. Without divulging too much info, according to my ex (not me, Ms. Lawsuit), Trish was a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde personality. Read more
Dedicated to Roam About Dad
Conceptually, I just can’t get behind cruises. Maybe it’s because I was morbidly obsessed with Titanic (the actual ship) before Kate Winslet’s nips (no disrespect, I love me some Winsnips) graced the big screen. Maybe I’ve seen one-too-many Walmart x-mas riots to know a modern, expedited exodus off a hulking cruise ship with 4,000 + people is a logistical, frenzied nightmare. Read more
Person: “Travel Blog, huh? So, where have you traveled?”
Me: “Here and there, mostly domestic, some of Europe, Mexico, Russia, but adding to the list slowly.”
People Person: “What’s your favorite city?” Read more