We hopped a bus from Ljubljana to Bled, a quick drive up the valley, tracing the river to our destination. The bus rounded a bend, the lake coming into view, reflected town lights shimmering in the ripples. We sped past our stop at the top of the hill and barreled down into the town below. I turned to Dan. “I think we just missed our stop.” This is a sentence I’ve uttered far too many times, but it comes with…
Seasons
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Slovenia seems to be everywhere lately. Why? Because it truly is a gem of a place. Why else would we have visited the country two Christmases in a row? It…
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During our first visit to Budapest, we arrived late at night. It was dark and moody, and we were tired. We hailed a taxi at the airport, the driver greeting…
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Ahhhh, European Christmas markets. Come December, they’re what us expats live for. We are far from home, friends, family, and our own traditions, so what fills such a huge void…
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It’s October, a highly anticipated month as summer settles and autumn abounds. But here I sit, ever so patiently in Madrid… waiting, waiting, waiting… for those leaves to pop. Some…
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I’m a complicated water baby. I was born in early July as a cancer: a moody crab grasping at life, longing simultaneously for the adventurous sea and the safe feeling…
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As I left my flat this morning, I was greeted by a frigid, subzero wind rushing steadily through our narrow street. The sky was gray, gradual flurries floating down from billowed snow…