Why Rome gave me the shits

I’m sorry Rome, it wasn’t you, it was me. Actually it wasn’t either of us, it was the hordes of self absorbed idiots descending …

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Romanian Roadtrip – Part 4

There’s 106 miles to Sighisoara, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark out, and we’re wearing sunglasses. Well, actually…..we loaded up the Dacia Logan and headed east toward Sighișoara, along the (by now) good old E60.

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Remember that bar in Berlin?

Eselbrucke, Berlin

Images were conjured of intrigue and suspicion, dark doorways and men in long coats with hats pulled low over their faces

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The Day the Music (almost) died

The Day the Music (almost) died

“I have a little story to tell you …” my husband, travel partner and domestic saboteur thoughtfully remarked…

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Remember that bar in Krakow?

It was the middle of the day, and it looked anything but inviting. I can’t recall how we even came to cross the threshold. But taking a chance on a bar often pays off big time.

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A market in Valencia, Spain

Even if you weren’t remotely interested in markets (if there is such a person) the building itself is enough to attract you.

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