weed & hookers

amsterdam

bike off boat

Just because something is legal, doesn’t mean it is good for you, and just because something is illegal doesn’t mean it’s the worst; it doesn’t even mean the illegality is right or sensible. It wasn’t that long ago we forbid women to vote, forced people to use different bathrooms just because of the color of their skin, and denied others the right to marry the person they love most.…

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ah, amsterdam

bicycle on bridge. amsterdam.

bicycle on bridge. Amsterdam.

Despite being in a place where bicycles make love to the streets, and you have to actively try not to get hit by the steady flow of bikes, trams and random cars, first days in new cities are always overwhelming, and I usually choose to get lost by foot.

Bicycles on bridges.

More bicycles.

One advantage of being a pedestrian is the ability to pick up random snippets of conversations as…

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whiskey wishes

Due to my utter lack of crappy Barbie photos, here's a stone man at the Roman Bath's in Bath, England.

Due to my utter lack of crappy Barbie photos, here’s a stone man looking down on the Roman Bath in Bath, England.

It’s no secret I enjoy a good boozy time every now and then. And as any seasoned booze hound knows, the consumption of certain types of booze results in the enhancement of different personal characteristics, unique to each individual. For example, one person’s angry juice might be…

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awkward encounter, like…super awkward

Locks of Love Bridge, which is collapsing from all the love. Wonder how many of these locks are still together in people form.

Locks of Love Bridge, which is collapsing from all the love. Wonder how many of these locks are still together in people form.

They say London is one of the best cities in the world for people watching, and They aren’t wrong. As a solo traveler, I often unwittingly find myself eavesdropping on conversations of those within earshot, which is particularly rewarding in the UK.

If you want to not…

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to all the cities

Square outside the Louvre. Paris.

Square outside the Louvre. Paris.

For years I believed I hated cities. The bustle, the smells, the sounds, the congestion, all of it, just not for me. Yesterday I took a day trip to Paris, only to be slapped in the face by the City of Lights. “Wake up lady, it’s not me you hate. It’s Them.”

She was right.

It’s not the cities themselves I dislike. They are beautiful, magical and delicious. Has it…

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to seize, or not to seize

to seize, or not to seize

Morning sun, the signal to start seizing

Morning sunshine, the universal signal to start seizing. My bedroom window in WI.

Seize the day. Carpe diem. Grab the bull by the horns. You can sleep when you’re dead.

I totally get it. You want every day to be the best day of your life. Maybe the thought you might die tomorrow motivates you for today. Like, OMG, if I get hit by a bus tomorrow, is this reallyhow I want to spend my last day? Or…

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farm recovery program

Oia, Santorini Greece

Oia, Santorini Greece

I am not a beach person. I’ve never been a beach person. There’s something about all the beautiful people, delicious breezes, musical waves crashing and warm sunshiny caresses that just don’t do it for me. Maybe it’s because the ocean tried to eat me once in Greece, or maybe it’s the residual result of nightmarish movies like Open Water or horror shows like Baywatch, or just…

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the dog and pony show

One foggy Friday morning @ Knockara Stables

One foggy Friday morning @ Knockara Stables

All right little ladies. And when I say little, I’m specifically referring to ladies between the age when you start asking your parents for a pony for Christmas, to whenever that stops (i.e. you realize it’s never gonna happen, so you may as well stop wasting precious list space). On behalf of all the parents out there, I would like you to reconsider…

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choose all the adventures

Bike path graffiti. Montreal, Canada.

Result of turning left instead of right on the bike path. Montreal, Canada.

The most difficult hurdle I hopped in bringing this blog to life, was choosing a proper name, one that accurately reflected the nonsense bouncing around upstairs. It was like naming a child, or in more realistic tosh-terms, a pet; a forever thing. After weeks of dead-end ideas, I couldn’t shake Mr. Frost and his extremely…

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