An American girl in Italy (aka the time I got spit on)
I got spit on once. I mean, like really spit on. It’s funny, that story is always one of the first ones to come out when trading old travel stories […]
I got spit on once. I mean, like really spit on. It’s funny, that story is always one of the first ones to come out when trading old travel stories […]
Last October, Andy and I found ourselves in need of Halloween costumes on two separate nights. Since my main costume for the year was a little less cool without my […]
Andy likes to joke that I’m a hoarder. When he says this to close friends and family they chuckle or look confused. When he says this to new acquaintances or […]
While growing up, save from the occasional Quarter Pounder with cheese on long road trips, I almost never ate at McDonald’s. When I struck out on my own at 18, […]