“We want downtowns that dirty the bottom of our shoes. We want to visit bazaars that are actually bizarre.”
I personally don’t think there’s much value in someone telling you why you have to travel somewhere, or travel at all… We all have different standards, which means we all have our own expectations.Read more "Robin Esrock, on Travel."
“There’s a special pleasure in walking through those old, Eastern European cities, where every summer day seems to be lined with some street market or fast food stall party – they’re like the original food trucks, and all they serve are sausages, onions, condiments, the remains of a pig, and creamy, definitely-not-non-alcoholic beer.”Read more "The Harvest Haus: I Did Oktoberfest in Vancouver"
“We’d better not see that Starbucks cup in here.” “Yes, yes, I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t finish it in time.” She didn’t laugh. That’s what you get when you enter Italy, or an Italian establishment. Their anti-ness to anything with Seattle’s green lady on the white cup is charming and expected, […]Read more "World Cup: Taking in Italy’s Loss at Caffe Napoli in Vancouver"
The first one goes in, finally. The small crowd erupts – maybe 10 or 15 people, and just a handful of them are decked head-to-toenail in that beautifully tacky, sort-of vintage Red Devil tunic. I don’t even know the manufacturer; I just know it’s not Nike or Adidas. These people here, they’re a part of […]Read more "World Cup: Joining the Belgian Bandwagon"