Wandering through the quaint and picture-perfect UNESCO town of Česky Krumlov in Czechia, I didn’t expect to find much street art. When you think of street art in Europe, you definitely don’t image this little cookie-cutter village. Česky isn’t Berlin, to state the obvious. But to my surprise, I turned a corner and saw this image staring back at me: I was instantly amused. It’s a beautiful piece of street art, sending a clever message, and creative in composition. But…
My trip to Krákow included my very first overnight train. To be honest, I hated it. (The train, not the city.) This was our first trip since moving to Budapest,…
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…
Growing up outside of Seattle, I developed a refined coffee palette. At least that’s how I prefer to describe my nearly out-of-control crazed caffeine addiction. Let me set the scene:…
Strolling by a cukrászda (a bakery with CAKE and other sweet delights), my heart skips a beat. I get nervous; my palms sweat, my mouth is dry. I make brief…
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…