Journey into the Rose City

We had avoided zig-zig in Aqaba and begun piloting our little spam can up an hour and a half towards the fabled Rose City hidden in the dusty valleys of Jordan. Several millennia have passed since this city was first inhabited, yet the feeling of awe that struck the lungs of Roman conquerors is the… Continue reading Journey into the Rose City

Zig-Zig in the Desert

What is Zig-Zig, you ask? We'll get there shortly, my scruffy faced little fauns. Our toasty little desert hams were roasting in the North Jordanian town of Madaba last time we met. Now the time had come to get our hams into the spam can and get down south into the breadbasket of Jordanian attractions.… Continue reading Zig-Zig in the Desert

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 two… Continue 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 explore… Continue 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 making… Continue reading Lviv, a Baby Slappin’ Good Time