Lazy Travelers
The Lazy Travelers are two transatlantic best friends who have mastered the art of exploring a new city. Though Ashley is based in London and Carolyn is in Philadelphia, we'll use any excuse to reunite around the world. We’re professional bar hoppers, pub crawlers, and food testers, and you’ll never see us zipping around, checking things off a list of “must-sees.”
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five lessons for an american expat in london, as told in MIC gifs
Well, hi! Hello. In case you haven’t noticed (and, let’s be honest, you probably haven’t), posting has been a bit light around LTHQ. This is all thanks to big changes for both the wino and myself. Namely: I am fully adjusting to life as an American expat in London. This obviously doesn’t mean that things have been light behind the scenes. Things have been ca-razy behind the scenes. I won’t bore you with the details, but basically, we both moved at almost the same exact time, and it’s been a reeeaaaal process. Throw in the wino’s wedding planning and a…
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jetsetters: colleen of LEAP: a travel (but mostly food) blog
It’s Jetsetter day, and we are very excited to introduce you to Colleen of LEAP. We kind of love Colleen, and not just because her email to us was chock full of compliments. (Though that does guarantee we’ll like you; we’re shallow like that). No, no, we love Colleen because she loves food. We recently read a quote from someone who said they “eat to live” and don’t “live to eat.” And, well, how sad? We’ll just never be besties with someone like that. But Colleen! Just read her first answer and you’ll see that this is a girl we…
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munich’s oktoberfest for the post-collegiate
When we were in college and the hubs was studying abroad in Nice, he sent me an email saying that he was going to Munich’s Oktoberfest with a few friends. Hearing from him during this weekend away was unfathomable, as these were the days before smart phones, FaceTime, and Snapchat. Lo and behold, on a Saturday afternoon in September, my dorm room phone rang and there he was. Entirely unintelligible, calling me from the phone booth in his hostel, via calling card. I don’t remember much of the conversation. I only know there was a lot of slurring, a lot…
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autumn in the cotswolds: a photo essay
A few weeks ago, the hubs and I celebrated our four year wedding anniversary. On the actual day, we ordered a bunch of Italian food from our new favorite restaurant around the corner (Portobello Garden, they don’t have a website because they’re just that old timey and Italian?), but because we haven’t left London in over a month, we decided a weekend getaway was in order. In the end, we settled on a first time trip to explore autumn in The Cotswolds. Our only requirements? Driving distance and dog friendly, as we’re still trying to get the pugsitter sitch in order. Obviously,…
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style spotter: home on the range
We may prefer city life above all else, but every once in awhile, we get the urge to… well, not. Our brains shut down, and we just want disconnect, escape to the countryside, and belt out a few bars of “Home on the Range.” Ok, fine, maybe not that last part. When we were living a few blocks apart from each other in Manhattan, this was manageable. It usually meant a weekend road trip to our hometown in Bucks County, Pennsylvania was in order. Now that the wino and her fiancé are closer to home (and the romantic and hubs are…
