My first trip to Florence was the thing of my dreams. I’d finished AP European history a couple weeks before and considered myself a savant, spouting off Machiavelli this and Michelangelo that. In a single day, I fell in love with the city and its food, the sights, the people. (But mostly the food.) … Continue reading Florence, Italy
Our parents came to visit for a week and we decided to take the opportunity to go to one of the few European countries than none of us had ever visited. My parents have the traveling bug just about as bad as I do, and have a good 25 years on me, so they’ve been … Continue reading Lisbon, Portugal
My first (and hopefully last) Spanish hospital visit began - funnily enough - in Sweden. Doesn’t seem to make any sense, right? Well, after spending a few days in Lund at Valborg, I woke the last day of our being there with weird pains in my right side, which Food summarily dismissed as being “cramps”. … Continue reading Never Have I Ever…
Here are some pro-tips for making any potential Spanish hospital visit less hectic, and probably for avoiding embarrassment. Illustrated via Grey's Anatomy because every person could use more McSteamy.
Food and I were too keyed up to be calm when flying to Venice. We had a mere 24 hours before we’d see Fiasco, our younger whirlwind of a sister, and we were also going to be spending the next five days exploring two of our favorite cities, eating a lot of great food, and, … Continue reading Venice, Italy
I love my sister. I love her so much. But, to me, Food is the single most infuriating being on this planet for one - very good - reason.