The only thing I can control is in which direction the corners of my mouth are pointed.
All in Travel
Malta, Day 1: A misty arrival
I had traded in Barcelona's bright sun for an introductory night of mist in Malta.
Italy road trip: Taking a break in Tuscany
Revelling in off-season travel.
Italy road trip: A musing morning in Venice
A pigeon-flooded populace.
On traveling without a guidebook
Lately, my travels have involved less pre-research and more on-site decision making.
The enigma that is Éire: Ireland in photos
Ireland's lack of meteorological consistency is ameliorated by its friendly folk, quaint quirks, and ability to leave you guessing.
Twelve hours in Amsterdam
Why I write: To express myself in a way that verbally I cannot.
Regally Vienna
Falling asleep to Beethoven, Mozart, and Strauss.