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beer > oscar wilde
You all know the story- While studying abroad in Paris, Gram took me on an eight-day tour of Italy, stopping in Milan, Florence, Venice, and Rome. We saw the Uffizi, we saw David, we toured the ruins and Vatican City, and thanks to Gram’s meticulous planning, we successfully packed weeks worth of tourist sites in eight short days. On our last night, Gram scheduled in free time for me to visit with friends studying in Rome. Six “vodka ananas” later, I was falling down in the cobbled streets of Trastavere. Flash to the next day, when Gram’s last day of…
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travel inspiration // escape via eau de parfum
As it’s the first official day of Fashion Week, we wanted to give fair warning: this next week is going to be a bit rough on posting. We’re chock full of travel inspiration, but lack the actual time to, um, get inspired. We do have a great jetsetter lined up for Wednesday (hint hint: he’s the daddio of yours truly), at least. And we will definitely try and get a few more things up! Just don’t get mad if we’re slacking with No Travel Required, merci. Anyway, because of all the craziness, this morning I woke up feeling achy and…
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reasons you should be glad the summer is almost behind us
Like the wino, I’m not afraid to admit that I’m pro-autumn. I may be biased–I fell in real love with New York City fall semester of my freshman year, and find that most of the best things happen to me between September and November. I am all about the crisp weather and butternut squash and riding boots. Blame it on my fair skin, but even though I’ll miss the summer, I won’t miss it nearly as much as I’m going to enjoy wearing jeans and blazers and keeping the windows open on the weekends. And so, while the wino’s post…
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boats, beaches, bars, and ballads
Last night as I was snuggling in sweats with my standard post-work glass of wine, I had a sudden realization. My roommates and I hadn’t opened the windows in our non-air conditioned apartment since Hurricane Irene tip-toed past us. Could it be? Is summer really on its way out? I have to admit that I’m not entirely heartbroken that summer is coming to a close. I won’t miss tossing and turning all night sticking to my sheets, and I won’t miss the disgustingly humid subway platforms or the smell of rotting, baking trash lining the sidewalks. I love autumn (duh,…
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how to succeed in traveling without really trying.
I love perfect days on vacation. I’ve had many. Blissful, sunny days strolling along the Seine. Days spent wandering through Italian streets, stuffing myself with pasta and gelato. Days driving through the Irish countryside with picture-perfect rolling hills scattered with sheep and castle ruins on the horizon. But what about the non-perfect days? What about the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days? Like the day you’re in Barcelona and your purse is stolen and you’re out of cash? Or the day you’re totally lost and you get a ticket from a German police officer for breaking laws you didn’t…
