Travel


Oct
20
2009

Hey, Come Over And Watch My Vacation Slides

My father is starting to believe that Sean and I never went on a honeymoon, seeing as he's yet to see a single photograph from the actual event. Six weeks after the wedding, you probably are too, so I thought I'd set the record straight. We did, in fact, go on a honeymoon, and now that you're sitting comfortably, I'm going to tell you all about it. Maybe you should grab snacks. 

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May
18
2009

Swine Flu, What Swine Flu?

I always get the most bizarre injuries when I go to the Bahamas. Last time, if you'll cast your mind back, I sprained my foot by slamming into some rocks when I was running down the beach and then did something to my bottom lip that made me look like Octomom gone bad. (Or, I guess, Octomom gone worse.) This time, I got scratched by a swimming pig.

Yes, I said a swimming pig.

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May
13
2009

Girl Walks Onto A Balcony

Hello from Exuma, the most beautiful island in the Bahamas! Do you like my balcony? Funny thing about that balcony, actually, IT ALMOST GOT ME KILLED. Well, that's not exactly true, although it certainly could have, had I acted on Plan A this afternoon when I found myself in a certain situation. Since I rather sensibly acted on Plan B, however, it merely---how shall we say this?---mildly inconvenienced me instead.

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May
10
2009

While The Cat's Away

Well,  I'm all ready for my trip to the Bahamas on Tuesday. I've bought three different kinds of sunscreen, a package of Dramamine---or Wal-Dram II, as the Walgreens store brand is ominously named (can't you just imagine a pompous stockbroker named Wally Dram the Second?

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Dec
17
2008

That Stuff Will Kill You

I wasn't actually going to confess this to anyone, but apparently I'm seeking absolution or something, because here it is: I've eaten breakfast at McDonalds twice this week. This may or may not be shocking to you, depending on your opinion of McDonalds, but it's pretty shocking to me, because I generally try to avoid fast food where I can, for a host of cultural, ethical, and (mainly) nutritional reasons that I'm sure I don't need to get into.

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Dec
13
2008

On Being In Transit

There’s nothing quite so disorienting as arriving in a foreign country after a sleepless international flight. Everything becomes imbued with a Lost In Translation-type tinge: you move through the security line as if in a dream, blithely and half-blindly following the crowds towards Connecting Flights, not even bothering to be bothered when the guard barks at you to show your boarding pass as you walk through the metal detector.

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Nov
24
2008

Someone To (Bay)Watch Over Me

When I was in Orlando for work in May, I stayed at a hotel that was opposite Downtown Disney, and on my first night---tired, exhausted, and not in the mood for driving---I crossed the street and wandered around, looking for a place to have a quick dinner. After several minutes, I began to feel very, very conspicuous. The reason? I was the only person---and I mean the only person---without kids. In fact, I was the only person on my own. I decided then and there that was no sadder place to be alone than Downtown Disney.

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Nov
20
2008

On Not Having To Make My Own Bed For The Whole Of Next Week

On Monday, I am getting on a plane and flying to Las Vegas for work, where I will spend two full days stationed at the airport, reporting on the Thanksgiving travel scene. If you live in the Vegas area, this means you might actually see me on your TV at some point---or hear me on your radio---and if that happens, I want you to be kind. I have to arrive at the airport at 5:30am both days, you see, which means getting up somewhere around....well, I don't even want to think about it. You can think about it for me, okay?

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