Walking out of the San Diego airport into the Southern California sunshine was a powerful aphrodisiac, but nothing I can’t resist—my heart belongs in Manhattan, and I’m not a cheater. But the weather wasn’t the only temptation that presented itself over the weekend.
New York City. The Big Apple. The City that Never Sleeps. I honestly don’t think I have anything to say about the place that has not already been said. But I have things… Continue reading
Driving into Tunica, Mississippi is surprisingly similar to driving into Coldwater, Michigan. The sky is colored an unnatural orange hue above a corner of both locales, due to the county prison lights in… Continue reading
– The week flew by. Before I knew it, it was time to pack our bags and set our alarms to arrive at the airport on time. – Actually, I was ready to… Continue reading
– But, you know, let’s get back to the real Barcelona experience… – This time around, our accommodations were apartments. Hostel, dorm, hotel, apartments. We just hit it all. Unfortunately, the rooms were… Continue reading
– Obviously, I was glad to return to Spain. Now – Barcelona. La capital! Unfortunately, the academia of the trip was catching up to us; the week we were to stay in Barcelona… Continue reading
– Leg three: Morocco. That’s right – Africa. Africa seems significantly more foreign and intimidating than Europe. We boarded a ferry for the open sea and tried to hang on to our breakfast.… Continue reading