The worst part of our weekend getaway to Cottonwood was getting there. At least for me. It was not half the fun. It was none of the fun. Driving something as big as my parents’ motor home had my knuckles white the entire way. Every bump in the road amplified itself as it rolled like … Continue reading Getting there was none of the fun
Earlier this morning, I posted a new video on my YouTube channel. Since this is my first time creating an edited video, I chose a rather mundane topic: making breakfast. Since a lot of folks have asked me about dietary changes I’ve made over the past eighteen months, showing off my typical breakfast may provide … Continue reading I just posted a new YouTube video about making breakfast
On the way to the airport this afternoon, Kathryn, swelling with pride in the place she’s called home for over 25 years, told me what a great airport Phoenix Sky Harbor has become. I really found it hard to disagree with her. One of the reasons I was comfortable arriving so early for my flight … Continue reading Phoenix Sky Harbor is a great airport, especially if you’re hungry
The petsitter, apparently an avid coffee drinker, left some half-and-half in our fridge while we were away. I almost threw it out Monday morning because, at first glance, I thought it was long past its expiration date. Then I remembered where I was.
One of the pleasures of traveling, for me at least, is to eat foods I normally wouldn’t eat at home. Since we had an apartment for this recent trip to Montpellier, this included some meals we prepared on our own, as well as some French fast food we brought back to our apartment to enjoy. … Continue reading Food photos from our recent trip to Montpellier
I planned to write a brief status update as we took our seats on the flight from Detroit to Paris, but somehow we ended up in an AT&T dead zone, so I had no access to the internet. The flight was uneventful, other than a bit of turbulence leaving Detroit. Kathryn and I both got … Continue reading In Paris, waiting for our flight to Montpellier
If you’re reading this, we’ve safely landed in Detroit. I’ve never been to this airport before, but I hear it’s nice. I’ll report back when I’ve had a chance to look around. In the past, I’ve had a difficult time sleeping on airplanes. However, on the flight from Phoenix, I was asleep before we pushed … Continue reading Cookies and our breaking points
In fact, it’s already well after seven o’clock in Montpellier. Is it too early to reset my watch? The last time we were at Terminal 3 at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport was the last time we flew to Montpellier, about 30 months ago. They were in the middle of extensive renovations then, and today we’re … Continue reading It’s five o’clock somewhere
A year ago, almost to the day, my life changed. I woke up, as usual, I went to the bathroom, as usual, and I weighed myself, as usual. I was disappointed, as usual, with the number staring back at me. I was unhappy, as usual, with the figure I saw in the mirror. For some … Continue reading Carrying 21 pounds less baggage
Photo taken November 2017 at Restaurante Dragon, Mexicali, Baja California, Mexico.
Today I learned the word tempura is not of Japanese origin. It turns out it’s a loan word from Latin, and it’s connected to a centuries-old Catholic tradition called Ember Days. This morning, I was up and out of the house early enough to get to Mass before work. I went to the traditionalist Catholic … Continue reading Today I learned the word tempura is not Japanese
We’re at Miami International Airport, waiting for our flight back to Phoenix. What a shithole. For once, TSA wasn’t the problem at the security checkpoint; it was totally clueless passengers. I mean, signs were posted in nine languages, and it seems like half of traveling public here can’t read any of them. Ugh. On the … Continue reading Patiently mingling with the unwashed masses in Miami
Bottoms Up Pizza was one of my regular places to eat when I lived in Richmond, at least in part because it was walking distance from my apartment in the Tobacco Row area. It is located in the Shockoe Bottom neighborhood, hence the name. Indeed, it’s at the very bottom of Shockoe Bottom. A line on the wall near the entrance shows customers how high the flood water rose in the aftermath of Hurricane Gaston in 2004.
A couple years ago on one of my other blogs, I wrote about my first experience eating Sonoran hot dogs in Phoenix. I had first read about Sonoran hot dogs in an in-flight magazine on US Airways, but the article was about Tucson, not Phoenix. Since then, I’ve been looking forward to an authentic Sonoran … Continue reading Sonoran hot dogs at El Guero Canelo in Tucson
How well you tip your server in a restaurant says little about your character. How well you tip your housekeeper in a hotel room speaks volumes.