MOSCOW DRINKS: MY FIRST EVER PUB CRAWL

That’s right, I have lived through my teens and 20s without ever going on a pub crawl. Granted, I have crawled out of my share of bars and pubs across the United States and Europe, but I’ve never imbibed in more than a couple of establishments per night, preferring stationary hang-outs to hit-and-runs. As a…

AMSTERDAM MAD DASH

Can Amsterdam be done as a day trip? Only if your day starts at 6 am and ends at midnight, or if your whole plan for the city involves a stop at a “coffee shop” and grabbing a beer along one of the canals. If you want to get more out of the Dutch capital,…

ANNA AND ANNIE DO ANTWERP

My Belgian adventure continues… I think it is safe to say that almost as soon as Amazing Annie and I met up in Brussels, we knew that one evening in each other’s company just wasn’t going to cut it. Thankfully, with my work commitments all wrapped up, I had a Weekend in Europe coming up…

MY FIVE-HOUR GERMAN FLING

It was a quickie, but MAN was it satisfying! Find more salacious details in my guest essay over at Eff It, I’m On Holiday.  I hopped off in Marienplatz, the city’s gorgeous Gothic central square, wandered the adjacent streets taking photos of porcelain-rendered gingerbread houses and pork-rendered sausages, and finally parked my tired bottom at a huge beerhouse,…

FLORIDA, Day 1 in Numbers

Sunrises watched: 1, courtesy of jet lag Miles walked: 8, mostly along the beach, from Pompano to Fort Lauderdale proper Steps walked from my patio to the waters of the Atlantic: 30 Fake breasts spotted: 3 pairs Real sharks spotted: 1 baby one, being flipped around by very strong surf Non-Bud Light beers consumed: 3…

RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN

Having missed the once-in-three-hours train to the Tula region this morning by literally two minutes, my sister and I decided to not let the 30C-weather, and packed swimsuits and a picnic go to waste, and make it a beach day. By the virtue of being situated on the Moscow River, Moscow has several decent, public…

THE RETURN OF IVANA EATALOT

Back in the day, while attending high school in Rhode Island, I could frequently be found at a friend’s house, particularly in its general kitchen area. You see, at the time I was living with just my dad, and neither he nor I have been gifted with much culinary talent. However, I seemed to have…