of Liverpool, or four hard days’ nights

Liverpool. City of big hair, orange tans, thick Scouse accents. City of my sweet friend Maia, who has none of those things. We spent a four-day weekend alternately braving the city and retreating… Continue reading →

of Stockholm and unsensible shoes

It’s time for another mid-week vacation. Buckle up, ladies and gents! Last time I spun you a story of our escape to Copenhagen. As rip-roaring a time as it was, we weren’t nearly… Continue reading →

of instructions for Saturday greatness

Hullo, there.  So terribly sorry to intrude. I know you’re awfully cozy there on the couch in your weekend pants, nesting in a mound of unfolded laundry in a pancake coma. But I just thought… Continue reading →

of magical festival times at Tweetakt

Springtime in Utrecht means one thing: return of the festivals! During the year,  the Neude square is an empty cobblestoned triangle lined with mucky benches. But for ten days every spring, a group… Continue reading →

of everyday beauty

I dare you to claim a snatch of beauty from your routine today. Here’s mine. Tomorrow I’ll be bringing you part 2 of our Scandinavian escapades, but for now, a very happy Friday… Continue reading →

of Copenhagen, or a vacation-vibe refresher

It’s that time of year. The last of the Christmas holiday vibes have faded, you’re thoroughly entrenched again in work, and you flip through the pages of your weekly agenda wondering sadly, Is… Continue reading →