Dionysus Shines Upon Belgium

It’s become a tradition that I reach a state of inebriation beyond all human possibility every time I pass through the Belgian border. On my last visit in Leuven, an American Anheuser-Busch exec covered my drinks and lubricated me to the point of no return while I daftly debated European politics in French with twoContinue reading “Dionysus Shines Upon Belgium”

The Best Fries are in Lille

Anyone that tells you otherwise can shove two hot ones up their greasy noses. Ivana of Black Hummus Diaries and I had been staying with our long-time friend, Simon. But the time had come to part ways: Ivana to Amsterdam for a conference and me off into the unknown. I had three days to exploreContinue reading “The Best Fries are in Lille”

Lviv, a Baby Slappin’ Good Time

Let me preface: I have not and do not plan to ever slap babies. For any purpose. However, the man behind me on my flight to Lviv, Ukraine, needs to quell his baby slapping ways. Essentially, a Ukrainian woman behind me lost control of her rambunctious son who decided to start messing around and makingContinue reading “Lviv, a Baby Slappin’ Good Time”

The Bremen Weekend Break

What’s become of this wretched blog site? I came here with a mission: detail how one can effectively experience a new culture in the time-frame of a mere weekend. For my readers to become Weekend Ramblers, and seize their slow hours of weekend rejuvenation with adventure and jubilation. Yet here I am, detailing wordy backpacking exploitsContinue reading “The Bremen Weekend Break”

Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Well, perhaps not the armpit. Some people really like this part of Portugal. Some people also like licking armpits. I am neither of those people. And I suppose an armpit in winter is far more curvy and elegant than it is in the summer. For me, this armpit was hot, sweaty, and reeking of rottenContinue reading “Hitching Portugal’s Armpit”