I admit it. I have delayed writing about Italy. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to relive those memories, or because I didn’t want to edit the photos, or because I had a bad experience. It was because writing about it here meant that it was over. Not that every trip I ever take to Italy is over. Just that the particular experience I had is complete. With this post, the circle is made complete. And, it took me a…
Growing up, I hated coffee. It was so tannic, so bitter, so…ugh. In fact, it wasn’t until I turned 30 that I liked coffee (and I still prefer it with milk and sugar). So, instead, I drank tea. A lot of tea. British-style, with…
I have a teeny-tiny obsession with absinthe. It started back in college – the liqueur was still illegal then – when a friend of the guy I was dating brought back a bottle from Prague. We had it in the classic college way. In…
