In theory, I should feel really terrible about the occasional bits of trashy television that I watch. And I do. Apologies to anyone that thinks this is pointless. I can’t defend it, but I also … CAN’T STOP WATCHING! (For now, there’s a caveat to that.)
After going to Paris a few times this year for work and mostly sitting in conference rooms (quelle horreur!), I decided I needed to plan a fun-only trip leveraging the miles I’ve earned.
Visiting California for the Fourth of July, I finally got to see Big Sur. I’d planned a trip a few years ago and then right before I left, lightning struck Big Sur, everything caught on fire, and they closed the highway. This time, I actually made it with my friend Amy, driving from LA to
Just a few photos from Spain. Plus a small complaint: Does the Pamplona airport hire people based on their ability to say “it cannot be done?” I know it can be done, Señor Unhelpful.
I’d heard so much about Ibiza. But now that I’m here I don’t get it. I don’t want to watch junior high kids get drunk and x out. Must find where the adults are. … Oh, wait. Here they are in Formentera.
Relief… I lost my passport in my house, and I just found it. Now I don’t have to pay almost $200 to get a new one before the end of June while frustratingly knowing that it’s in the house somewhere. It’s going back to its super secret vault hiding place. Getting ready for another fabulous
So I’m doing some research on generations, their characteristics, and their use of technology for a work project, and I came across an interesting illustration of the Baby Boomer v. Gen X dynamic.
Arrived in Mykonos a couple of days ago. I’d be more specific but unemployment + vacation = having no idea what day of the week it is, which is quite nice I must say. I went on a tour, which confirmed my opinion that it’s no Santorini.
So after climbing the steps in Santorini, I thought it would be a good idea to go out on the town. And it was — though probably not until 5:30 a.m. (No photos of the evening will ever see the light of day.)