Our last house, sadly, never got a name. We didn’t live there long enough, and it didn’t seem like a big deal. But blogging about a house means you don’t want to use your street address in your blog posts (basic security guys!). So we’re giving this house a name: Westhaven.
I joined a group called Travel Massive LA with the hope of making new travel friends and potentially making travel connections. The group recently hosted an event with Touristm Papua New Guinea, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to start meeting people, and at least get out of our boxed-up apartment. I… Click to keep reading!
I have visited 41 of the United States. As of last week, state number 42: Montana. Missoula is, quite literally, on fire. The town smells like s’mores burning over green wood, still hydrated and fleshy. But I needed a mountain break, so I got one on a long layover. Another flight attendant, Summer, and I… Click to keep reading!
We met at the Fontaine Ste Michel on the edge of the 5th arrondissement. The giant red umbrella was our tour start. I first found Sandeman’s free tours in London, and enjoyed it, so I knew it was the best way to get Mom’s feet wet on our first day in Paris.
After about four miles of wandering, mom and I stopped for lunch at the Louvre. The first-floor cafe had sandwiches and Pellegrino out on the terrace. Basking in the sun, we refueled. Intellectuals from across the ages line the edges of the palace. We had a lovely view of their backsides. With the Pyramid behind… Click to keep reading!