10 Things I Wish I’d Done in Scotland

Remember how I made plans to make the most out of my eight days in Scotland? Well, I never got around to doing it. Between stuffing myself with kebabs almost to the point of explosion and showing up for the

Trippen-Mad

I’ve been putting off writing about my trips because I didn’t want to have to pick from all the photos I took. I took loads of photos—and just thinking about going through the albums exhausts me. But let me tell

Winter’s Silver Linings

In Germany, there was a lot of walking. I spent at least four hours a day just walking from Point A to B in the ridiculous cold just because it made no sense to pay cab money. Conversion rates made

One Love, One Bob

This will sound cynical of me, and I’m sorry, but if there’s anything I’ve learned repeatedly, it’s that relationships have the knack for using up everything that we are and by the time we finally realize this, we’re either in

The Om in a Windmill

I don’t do yoga. I don’t meditate at all, come to think of it. The only time I tried to was in Aikido class, and it always ended badly: with me quickly falling asleep while sitting cross-legged on the doju’s