Wanderlust & field notes
Latest dispatch
Lisbon, Portugal
Three days in Lisbon, where I ate everything and cried on a tram for no reason
Solo travel hits different when you’re a mom. Everything feels louder. The pastéis de nata, the fado leaking out of a restaurant you almost walked past, the moment you realize you’ve been sitting alone with a glass of wine for two hours and absolutely no one needs anything from you.
From the journal
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Florence Food Favorites: San Lorenzo Area
After spending a month in Florence living near San Lorenzo, I can officially say I feel like a local. And you know you’re a…
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Travel and My Top 9 of 2018
These are my most liked posts on Instagram from 2018. They leave out a lot of highlights, but they’re a great reminder of just…
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Remembering Anthony Bourdain
If I’m in Rome for only 48 hours, I would consider it a sin against God to not eat cacio e pepe, the most…
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At the Tasca Table
After our 3 hour walking tour was up, we glanced at each other with knowing looks. None of us wanted to eat alone and…
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Strangers and Shadows
I saw a woman struggling to take a selfie in front of this fountain for a good 5 minutes. As a frequent solo traveler…
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Sunday in Greenwich, London
I’ve been going slomadic this year, which basically means I travel extensively, but try to do it at a slow pace where I can…
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Saturday in Amsterdam
I’m spending a few weeks working out of Stack Overflow’s London office and decided to kick-off my Eurotrip with a little weekend excursion to…
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Rocky Mountain Highs: A Weekend in Leadville, CO
The last couple of weeks felt like an absolute grind. A combination of weather, work, and health struggles made me feel like I was…
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Wanderlust
I’ve spent nearly 7 weeks away from New York this year and March isn’t even over. It’s an odd feeling for me to be…
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