Tom's 50 year old workshop is not along the main drag of kitsch shops in old town Corfu. Rather, it's down an unassuming alleyway, a tiny turn that takes you into Tom's alcove of handmade Olive Oil wares. You're drawn into this alley by an eclectic
Want to travel the world and get paid? (Who doesn't?) Traveling aboard cruise ships is a cool way to tick a multitude of countries off your bucket list. And performing onboard is one of the most fun positions to have at sea. So how do you
Here's a quick round-up of some of my most memorable cold ones, a post better enjoyed with a beer. Tested and proven, for you scientific pleasure. To be clear, there's more where this came from. Apparently, I am THAT girl takes a picture of every beverage that's every entered
Another week gone by biking around my favorite foggy city by a bay. Like most of my travels, I arrived in SF with no set plans. Except perhaps to enjoy a few dance classes, and discover a new neighborhood (having biked this city many times over, this
Where to Dance NYC: Broadway Dance Center Maybe you got here because you googled "Where to dance in New York City," or maybe you clicked over from my first post "Where to dance in New York City: Edition #1." Either way, welcome! You're in the right
At the start of 2016 I moved to New York City. Why? I'm not entirely sure
Florida, you know I love you. But I can't do this anymore. This time I'm really leaving you. I know it's not the first time I've said it I'm going for good
I am an easygoing traveler. I'm always up for an epic adventure of course, but gimme a coffee shop and a bookstore and I'm good. I'm also bit of a snob about those things
I was asleep in bed, embraced by a thick duvet and too many pillows when I heard it---the familiar sound of the storm siren. Distant but powerful. It's strange, but I find this sound comforting. I like the dissonant drone, like a chord that never rounds
In all my days of sniffing sea breeze I've encountered nothing quite like the wind that whips off the Oregon coast. Nothing compares to the scent that rolls in off the Pacific and meets the dense forests of Oregon—crisp, wet, evergreen, clean. I visited Portland as I