Month: March 2019

Trip Report: The Washington Monument

Trip Report: The Washington Monument

The Trip Report series evaluates the experience of visiting a common tourist attraction and providing a step-by-step breakdown of the experience, complete with an American-style report card. Today’s edition of the series describes the experience of climbing the Washington Monument in Washington, D.C. The Washington 

Patagonia: The Plan

Patagonia: The Plan

While I just told you that “salto” means waterfall, it is also a form of the word “saltar,” which, more universally in the Spanish language, means “jump.” And that’s what this trip was for me–a jump. Perhaps you could even call it a leap of faith, as my only backpacking experience dated back to a decade-old jaunt at Girl Scout camp. To be fair, since I was a nerd growing up, I am unfazed by heavy backpacks, but Patagonia is something else entirely.

One Day in Milan

One Day in Milan

The One Day series is intended to give you a quick overview of a city, with some quick suggestions with respect to meals, attractions, and activities. Milan always ends up being a stopover city for me, where I tend to rush through one or two activities before moving on to another city. However, Milan is well worth a visit in its own right, and the flights can be downright cheap. So, whether you have a day (or three), here are some of the high notes that I would recommend that you hit on your next trip to Milan.

The Authoritative Guide to Chasing Waterfalls in Upstate New York

The Authoritative Guide to Chasing Waterfalls in Upstate New York

I’m not sure whether it was because I was homesick for a Pines Burger, nostalgic for a rosemary salt bagel at CollegeTown Bagels, or just in need of some upstate adventures, but the Wandering Weirdo and I decided that it was high time to return to upstate New York and chase some waterfalls.

Weekly Weirda: True Confessions of a Middle Seat Flyer

Weekly Weirda: True Confessions of a Middle Seat Flyer

Some people are just born gifted. Some people sing like angels, other people dance with purpose and precision, and still others can perch casually atop those ergonomic blow-up balls for hours at end. I, however, croak like a frog, dance with graceless abandon, and have