Like a drunken sailor trying to land a joke, none of the words coming out of my mouth made any sense – to anyone. Not to me. Not to anyone in line. And certainly not to the woman from whom I was trying to purchase a train ticket. She stared at me from behind her … More Vrot-swaf
As I’ve traveled and lived around the U.S. and abroad I’m usually pretty easy to place, thanks to my accent. My long vowels and hard ‘ch’s always point back to Chicago, to which I say, “youbetcha” for I am very proud indeed to call myself a Midwesterner. It wasn’t until I was in a Lyft … More Roots
To my dear reader, (follower?) I want to take this time and thank you for sticking around and reading our blog for the past few weeks, months, years, or what have you. To those of you just joining us, thanks for being fashinably late to the party! Now, let me be the first to welcome … More #TBT: The Time With the Vomit
With Britt’s work obligations completed, on Friday morning we boarded the Statens Järnvägar (Swedish State Railway) for Stockholm. Though we found the small town of Älmhult to be charming, we were very looking forward to ending the trip in Sweden’s Capitol. After four hours, and two near-vomiting accidents later (our seats were facing backwards, which … More Taste of Stockholm
One of our favorite things (if not, the favorite thing) about traveling, is tasting new foods. And when in Scandinavia and Europe, there is no better place to start than the local cafés. From the moment we get on the plane to head overseas, my mouth begins watering as I start to think of all … More Café Culture
The Wild Rose 