Hello, travel bug darling dears!  Take a sec to visit Meg’s amazing travel blog, The Travel Empire.  On the Pennsylvania page you’ll find my new article about Chambersburg, PA.

I hope you enjoy, and hey, let me know if you ever visit the ‘Burg!  If you make plans to I’d be happy to send you my itinerary.  You only need a weekend and I’m telling you, it’s an experience that we should all have.  Cities are amazing and certain cities are breathtaking, but taking a beat to visit Amurrica and accepting it for what it is, is something we should all experience.


Since I dropped and picked back up this lovely literary space I’ve gotten pretty engaged.  The wedding planning is going pretty well and I’ve given my dude his marching orders (all 3/4 of them).  In all honesty he’s been pretty great about being involved in the planning and has voiced his opinions…most of which I actually agree with! (Though who knew that he’d actually want to wear a tux as opposed to a suit?)

While we’ve still got lots of planning left to do, thankfully mostly the small stuff, the one thing I’m having a little debate about is the location of the honeymoon.  We have talked about it, talked with our recently nuptualized friends, and are pretty certain that we’re going to say “Aloha” to Hawaii.  Neither of us have been and we’ve only heard amazing things about it from those who have touched the shores.  Hawaii is the perfect mix of things to do and doing no things.  I’m pretty set on this decision.


…Paris m’appelle <<Paris is calling me>>.  I’ve written about Paris in this blog before (oh, you’re new? chchcheck it out! :)).  I’ve expressed my deep desire for it.  Je t’adore!  I’ve been there four times, one of those times with el dude-a-rino.  Now…I want to go to Hawaii because I know that it’s a place everyone should visit.


my heart 512% belongs to Paris.  I could live in the lights of the street lamps if no rooms were available.  I’ve had people say that I shouldn’t just because I’ve been there so many times.  They say that I should experience something new.  In any other situation I would completely agree with them, say right on, and buy a closet full of tropical shirts and maxi dresses.


Paris is Paris.  Paris is the most amazing city in the world and a bad honeymoon in Paris shall no one ever attain. 

What do you all think?  Obviously the dude-meister and I will make the final call, but I’m curious to hear your thoughts.  Would you go back to your favorite place in the world, or would you say “I’ll catch ya next time” and try a new spot?  We are talking about Paris and Hawaii, so really there is no wrong decision. 🙂

Hello all and the like!

A very cool friend of a friend of mine has a very cool blog called The Travel Empire.  After reading my recent love letter to Paris post, Meg, the creator of the blog and travel maven asked me to shoot her some posts when I have them.  I’ll be taking a little domestic travel this weekend that I cannot wait to write about.  In the meantime, please visit her site and check out the post I just wrote about a Black Taxi Tour I took in Belfast

This is definitely a memory piece because I took this trip a good 10 years ago.  The amazing thing about travel is that you get to have experiences that may physically/literally only last for one hour, but stay in your mind forever.  This cab ride has always stayed with me because of…well…read the damn post!* 🙂

*And be sure to “like” The Travel Empire on Facebook to catch up on the travels of Megan and her contributors (holy shitballs, that’s me!!!) that take them all over the world.

Peace and travels,


If you know me, you know that Paris is my thing.  It’s my soul sister, my destination du jour every jour, and I think that it is the most beautiful city in the world.  A couple weeks ago, before this blog thing started, I saw Woody Allen’s new movie, “Midnight in Paris.”  It’s amazing.  I know a review is supposed to be more deep and complex and wordy than that, but why use 50 words than 2 (with a contraction) will do?  Ok…here are a few more words to entice you to see this amazing movie.

The first thing that hits you is the opening scene.  Before a syllable of dialogue is uttered, Woody Allen gives you a strikingly beautiful shot by shot of Paris.  Paris in the day. At night. In the sun. In the middle of a heavy rainstorm.  And the thing is, no matter the light, Paris is always beautiful.  In an earlier post I promised to be honest with you, my worldly readers.  So let me let you know that I have been to Paris three times and have a fourth trip planned for later this week.  I’m going with my boyfriend who has never been, so I can’t wait to see…everything!  And eat the best falafels this side of Israel in the Marais (Jewish area)…

me and my dad and our delicious falafels in paris

That being said, I can also assure you that even if you have never been to Paris, this opening scene will do something to you.  It will unlock an appreciation of beauty that you may not have realized could be so grand and perplexing.  You will wonder what is beyond that narrow curve in the road, and what does Notre Dame look like at night when the pickpockets and tourists have gone home and only stary eyed couples bask in its beauty.

After this opening scene, the movie itself is wonderful.  Note to future viewer of said film: Just accept it.  Accept the time travel and the unanswered questions re: time travel.  Once you do, you will have a a great hour and a half living in the surreal and enjoying Owen Wilson and his version of the nebbish Allen character.  If the movie hadn’t already had me by the end, the fact that the last scene takes place next to the water, near the beloved Paris book stalls would have won me over.  Go see Midnight in Paris and then GO to Paris.

But not when I’m there…I hate tourists. 😉

I have friends who are in Key West, Boston, the Hamptons right now (yup, I’m friends with the Hiltons).  I would like to be anywhere but here.  Can we arrange that?  I guess this is the standard feeling that comes after a short week/long weekend.  My sofa is super comfy and “me time” combined with delish whole wheat pasta has made me content, but it’s not enough to make me happy about staying in the same town trekking up the same road for the rest of the work week.

It also doesn’t help that the weather is fabulous and I know that my office with its constant light fixture buzzing will be cold to the point of  forcing me to pull out that baby poop green long-sleeved cardigan with the hole in the right wrist.  I think tomorrow morning my biggest issue will be turning the wheel of my car left towards work and not towards right in the direction of anywhere but here.  All I ask is that if I show up at your anywhere but here, please lend me a space on your couch…