This is Part Four in a multi-post series about the first roadtrip Jess and I took together. We’ll be heading out for a Southwest roadtrip this fall, and will be chronicling our adventures from the road!
I’ve already recounted a bit of the nightmare in Jungholz (the blizzard that started day three of our Bavarian road trip and didn’t conclude until the morning of day five). But here’s what happened in-between. Continue reading
I’ve had some great vacations where everything goes according to plan and the trip just feels effortless. My time in the South of France and Monaco? The opposite of effortless. In fact, if something could go wrong, it did. Continue reading
The concept of this blog was born from the fact that Nicole and I have… issues. We’re neurotic about a lot of things—food, mosquitoes, bathroom habits, windmills—and not always in an adorable Woody Allen kind of way. Nic is doing a great job of writing about conquering her fears, whether that means climbing what seemed like fifty flights of stairs at Ireland’s Bantry House or sampling snails, er, escargot, in Montreal. Personally, I’ve been a little negligent about letting you all into those dark recesses of my brain.* Well, no more.
I’m just going to say it: I fainted on a plane. Um, midflight. About 30,000 feet somewhere above eastern Nevada, I’d guess. You know how you ask your friend about her trip to Aruba and she complains that she missed her connecting flight because the first one was delayed due to some ass-hat’s “medical emergency” onboard?
I am that ass-hat.
I wasn’t always afraid to fly. When I was a kid, my mom, sister, and I flew from Connecticut to California several times to visit my now-stepdad, who lived in San Jose at the time. This was the mid-80s and, in an attempt to save money, we usually flew the now-defunct People Express, making multiple stops with lengthy layovers. What today is typically a six-hour flight for me often took upwards of 12 hours. Continue reading
It happens. It’s unavoidable. And it’s frustrating as hell. I’m talking about getting sick right before or while you’re on vacation. Both Jess and I have been sick on vacation, and it definitely throws a wrench in plans. Continue reading
Sometimes trips don’t follow the plan. When you’re on vacation it’s frustrating. When you’re traveling for business it’s downright disruptive. About two months ago, I found myself marooned in Minneapolis due to a snowstorm in Chicago.
My original plan was to be in the Twin Cities for a few meetings – in, out, and back home within 24 hours. I packed extremely light, so when I found out that my flight would not be leaving MN as planned, I had a panic attack. What would I do for clothes?! Continue reading
Jess has carried the blog this week while I’ve been in Florida for work (more on that later). Since my work responsibilities are over for a few days, I thought I’d take a moment to post. And, what better place to post from than Montreal! Continue reading
It was just before 5 o’clock and the sun was dipping below the horizon. Our path was lit only by the reflection of the sky on the vast ice field before us and the small flashlights held by our guides. My feet were wet, my nose was running, my teeth were chattering—and I was in heaven. Continue reading
There’s no better time to recount an Irish adventure than mid-March – with St. Patrick’s Day just a few days away!
Visiting Ireland was always a dream of mine. My grandfather came from strong Irish stock, and I’ve always felt connected to my Irish heritage. So for my 30th birthday, I decided to take a trip to the Emerald Isle. To this day, it remains one of the best vacations I’ve ever taken. But, like every vacation, it wasn’t without its challenges. Continue reading
Have Baggage, Will Travel 