In a (perhaps not-so) rare occurrence of indecision, I’m not entirely sure as to what my actual opinion is with regards to last week’s trip to Mykonos. Accompanied by Pierre, our Greek island adventure occasionally felt much more like a study in dipoles than in consistency: While the view from the villa was outstanding, the …
The weekend before last weekend (last weekend being the weekend in which we went to Dublin), the Purrito and I watched a movie called The Lobster. The Lobster is a darkly comedic not-quite-science-fiction movie set in a dystopic near-future in which newly-single people are sent to a “resort” where they have 45 days to find …
Years from now, when I look back at our brief time in Lyon, I’m probably going to remember two things: first, that it was hot (surprise, surprise, more-southern France is indeed toasty in the summer) and second, that we hiked all the way back across town to retrieve a wooden lion that I had purchased …
It has been three weeks since we went to Kraków, and still I find myself far away from having anything intelligent to say about the place. It is not as if it was a bad trip; indeed, we wound up staying for an extra day after EasyJet moved our departing flight up to an unpleasantly …
We headed to our home away from home (it is almost embarrassing: this was our sixth time in Rouen) in search of cheap shopping (soldes is even better when the prices did not start out at Parisian levels), the swimming pool, and air conditioning. We found all of the above, though getting there (multiple canceled …
Having found myself in Nîmes for work once again, I made an effort to take advantage of the ever-longer days by wandering around and taking a few pictures before the sun went down. I also ate my dinner (lovingly prepared by the Purrito the night before; thanks, love!) on a bench in the esplanade. Six …
In retrospect, last weekend’s (yes, I am once again behind; the post rate for this year has fallen precipitously, and I am lacking the energy to increase it) excursion to Amsterdam (for those counting, this is trip number four) was, perhaps, not the best of ideas; the Purrito returned from her unexpected jaunt back to the …
Yes, I know: rolling hills is weird, but trips through The Concise Oxford Thesaurus and, um, Urbandictionary.com failed to yield a synonym suitable for pairing with Florentine; the obvious alliteration would be Florentine Funbags, but funbags feels even more vulgar low class… It’s not what I’m going for. Jubblies of the Renaissance doesn’t quite sound …
Where Rome proved to be a constant series of “wow, that actually looks like I expected it to look,” and “holy shit, I ‘remember’ that,” -style reactions, our Florence-focused leg of our continued tour of Assassin’s Creed sites (I’m only half kidding here; by my count, we’ve been to the places covered in Brotherhood, Unity …
Fezzik In Paris 