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The Lazy Travelers Took the LEAP!

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One of my favorite travel blogs, The Lazy Travelers, is written by two fun and adventurous women, The Wino and The Romantic, who also love a relaxing day, taking in the scenery of a new place with a nice glass red wine and some local eats.  I am thrilled to announce that they published an interview with me in their Jetsetters series, and even more thrilled (in all my super dorkiness) that they think we could be friends!  Look, Mom, I’m making friends!

If you’re looking for some inspiring travel and fashion tips, funny anecdotes, and beautiful photos, be sure to swing by The Lazy Travelers or check out my interview with them here!

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Norway Bedtime Stories and a Real Life Dreamscape

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For just about the entire year of 1994, my sister and I refused to go to sleep each night until our Dad told us a story, all of which had to be set in the town of Lillehammer, Norway during the Olympics, and the main characters had to be named after us (but really they had to be us).  As Jennifer Weiner wrote in a letter to Salon, “Everyone wants to believe he or she is the hero of his or her own story.”   In our case, we forced our dad to make us the heroes. As kids (and now), we were obsessed with a capital “O” with the Olympics.  In my little 9-year-old heart, I truly believed I would grow up to be Kim Zemescal and win gold medals all day long.  Unfortunately, my mom made me quit gymnastics after my friend Lindsey fell off the high-bar and broke her arm.  Thanks a lot, Lindsey.  Anyway, back to Norway.

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Berlin: A Triumphantly Resilient City Where B is for Burger, Not Biergarten

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I cannot begin to imagine the feelings of confusion and fear that I’d feel after having gone to bed, just like any other night, only to wake up and discover that overnight I had been separated from my family, friends, job, and certain freedoms by a fence, later to become a series of walls, manned by armed guards and other devices to prevent escape.  And yet, this is exactly what happened to those living in East Berlin one night in August of 1961.  Before visiting Berlin, it was easy for me to think of the Wall as just another pop-culture reference in a U2 or Ramones song.  However, the hardship, despair, and desperation caused by the GDR’s Berlin Wall, or, as it was officially known, the “Anti-Fascist Protection Rampart,” instantly registered as much more when I saw the Bernauer Straße memorial to those who died attempting to escape East Berlin, heard stories of people driving trucks into the wall and digging fifty meter tunnels under it, and observed the lasting disparity between West Berlin and it’s formerly Soviet-controlled counterpart. It was just twenty-five years ago that these two halves were divided, with West Berlin an island cut-off from Soviet-controlled East Germany, and East Berlin cut-off from just about everything. The city suffered such oppression and violence and today, it continues to actively recover, rebuild, and reconnect (they’re still working to connect the water pipes and electricity of East and West Berlin). In response to it’s troubled past and a consequence of it’s current rehabilitation and renaissance, the people of Berlin have taken on a somewhat defiantly proud attitude toward their city.  In an interview in 2004, the city’s mayor, Klaus Wowereit, gave his famous quote that is now the war cry of the gritty city’s young, proud, and cheeky artists and professionals: “Berlin is arm, aber sexy.” (“Berlin is poor, but sexy.”)

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Sweet Potato Matriciana

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Maybe it was the fact that I had walked 9 miles that day in 90 degree heat, maybe it was the fact that I was deliriously happy to be spending the weekend with one of my best friends who I hadn’t seen in over a year, maybe it was the fact that I was in Rome, but the matriciana and dessert and wine and everything that I ate at enOsteria, a little farm-to-table place near the Spanish Steps, was the best meal I’ve ever had. Even as I was eating it, I was already trying to figure out how I’d make it in my own kitchen. Luckily, we had one of the best waiters of all time and he told us that the secret to the sauce was the orange zest. Genius! To my continual gratitude, he also steered me toward a dessert of strawberries covered in white chocolate mouse with a drizzle of olive oil. It was like a fluffy, sweet and salty cloud of deliciousness. That may need to be my next project.

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Friendship and Cannoli in the Eternal City

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In planning my trip to Rome, I was picturing myself as Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, stylishly riding a bike through the city, eating spaghetti without gaining a pound, and buying bouquets of flowers. Reality, however, was not a crisp white shirt dress and a perfect new pixie cut. Picture instead a sweat-drenched creature, with hair simultaneously frizzed and plastered to her face, stomping around Rome in rubber sandals made out of some kind of stink-free space foam, trying to convince herself that her outfit paid proper respect to the Eternal City.  Oh well.

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Foods of Crete

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One of my favorite scenes from My Big Fat Greek Wedding is when the aunt exclaims in horror, “HE DON’T EAT NO MEAT?!! …. It’s ok. I’ll make lamb.”  Cracks me up.  Every time.  It only seemed fitting to me that on my first trip to Greece, I eat a lot of lamb.  Prior to the trip, however, I expected to eat a lot of fresh seafood.  I pictured salty, old locals stringing octopi on the ropes of a dock and us eating it grilled and fried and covered in olive oil until we needed to bribe a local child to roll us back to our hotel.  Alas, this was not to be.  Much of the seafood served on the island is of the frozen variety and so I discovered that I’ll have to save my dream of eating the day’s catch for another rock in the Aegean.  In my grief, however, I was comforted by a variety of delicious treats. Here are a few:

The local delicacy of Dakos: a crusty bread (rusk), topped with olive oil, tomatoes, cheese, and olives and capers.  S and I ate this as an appetizer to pretty much every meal on our trip.

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Goats and Cemeteries: Hiking the Samaria Gorge, Crete

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Winding around hair-pin turns and gazing out at the sun-drenched, olive-covered hills of Crete, a cool breeze blew through my hair and “GOAT!” There’s nothing like a loud excited scream from your fiancé, seated next to you in the back seat of a very small two-door Panda, while your friends drive you through the majestic interior of the island of Crete.