9 a.m. I wake up refreshed to the alarm I set the night before, reminding me to get up and run. 10 a.m. I wake up from my congratulatory nap for actually waking up to my last alarm. 11:00 a.m. I’m still in bed. I decide I won’t go for a run today. I’ll just do it tomorrow, I say, even thought I’ll likely wake up a touch hungover. 11:10 a.m. Fine, I’m going to… View Post

And just like that, two weeks of pictures, drinks, food, tanning, reading, stress, tears, smiles, calories, strained language barriers, bickering, dollar coins, atm withdrawals, texts, tweets, sunscreen, sunburn, hammock swinging, sweat, key fumbling, showers, packing, walking, hiking, music, panic, political conversations, people watching, street shopping, complaining, flying, obsessively checking for belongings, telling people we’re from Buffalo, NY where yes, it’s snowing, homesickness, FaceTime calls and mojitos later, we’re on our way home. I’ll remember everything… View Post

Traveling is supposed to change you. There’s a pressure to it, even. You’re expected to come back different. All everyone asks you about when they see you is, “how was it!?” and “tell me a story!” Several days into my first big girl trip, I did not feel any different. I felt tired and excited and tired from being so excited, and,most annoyingly, a looming pressure to make the most of all of this. This… View Post

Medina has always had that Hallmark movie vibe but these days, it could be the actual setting of a movie, complete with swanky restaurants, bright nightlife and a boutique hotel for the production crew and actors, and the perfect cafe for the inevitable meet-cute of two Lifetime Channel stars. As for the two jealousy-inducing photos above, the small village continued their annual tradition of a farm-to-table dinner each summer on the middle of Main Street… View Post

Do you remember the best thing you’ve ever eaten? In my twenty years, the first few were probably reserved for baby food. I’ve never asked, but I assume my parents bought a lot of it from Tops and Aldi, although my Dad is quite the chef, who am I to know without asking if he wasn’t cooking me up some delicious homemade applesauce or non-Kraft, Italian-style mac and cheese? Not that I’d remember anyway. The… View Post